For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard
All valiant dust that builds on dust
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard
how you gonna make things better
with your bad record?
you can't run, you can't run
I am king of the night,
the night, oh I'm king of the night
I am king of the night
I don't gotta wonder, wonder
I know what you wanna, wanna,
I know what you wanna, wanna,
think you gotta do
M D marijuana, juana,
think that you're the dalai lama
let's jump in the lackawanna,
they won't have a clue
hold your breath, champ, this is gonna hurt
let your fists clamp shut. reassurance
bite the cloth, man, this is gonna echo
and I can stop, man, but it's not gonna let go
bend your fingers back, brother, bite your tongue
let your toes crack, brother, I was wrong
grit your teeth, man, smother it so long
stand strong for another til it's gone
(you can't run, you can't run)
I am king of the night,
the night, oh I'm king of the night
I am king of the night
(hold your breath, champ, this is gonna hurt
let your fists clamp shut. reassurance
bite the cloth, man, this is gonna echo
and I can stop, man, but it's not gonna let go
bend your fingers back, brother, bite your tongue
let your toes crack, brother, I was wrong
grit your teeth, man, smother it so long
stand strong for another til it's gone)
Strange encounters,
stranger leaving you
Strange encounters,
stranger leaving you
Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.
supported by 4 fans who also own “king of the night”
The whole album is hard and heavy in all the right ways. It's hard to pick a favorite, but I'm narrowing it down to xhoxolate. downpress, feed me seymour, and pinata. I'm definitely going to find myself coming back to this album for some hardcore. SmugWolf