The whole block
Is covered in snow
Who knew the fourth floor could feel so low
Whilst gathering strength
To take a breath
The room is screeching a funeral song
Under the blanket
The limbs are cold
The unlikely ways the body can fold
And a sensation
That’s heavy enough
To blind the lights and spread the mold
So clap your wings
You unattached followers of daily events
Alone in her bed and I don’t know what message to send
The day just begun and it’s already nearing the end
Polish trio Melisa combine elements of noise rock, grindcore, mathcore, and sludge with lyrics that balance between poetic and political. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 21, 2022