Lyrics Rosemilk - Majetic

Rosemilk

Ambient misery
So thick it’ll run down the pane
Our room in a rosemilk malaise
After the march
All Oakland arrested in rain
White crane in a glossy gymnasium
Too frail to admit my own grace
The threat to myself
So distant it fit in a phrase
Fuck the police
Thrown to the asphalt
Almost rapturous
Like it sets you apart
But there’s blue
In the bruise
Our boys
Left on you
It swells like a badge
Against your lily complexion
Pity you pawned your guitar for that drum machine
Nobody cries to a drum machine