Screaming vocals, blues guitar, fuzz bass, and industrial drums - produced to sound like it was recorded in a barn with one microphone. Hristo is an embodiment
I always help out when it
Feels like something’s missing
Or the clouds are always leaking
You should feel the gods have sent me
I’m sure you doubt it, but you’re
Not the first to have me
But I’ll bring you to the good times
And muffle out the bad
I got you this far
Why should you forget about me?
Who else tried to stop your grieving?
Come on, tip it out and fill me
Just look around, kid
What else would you have to do?
Just take a sip and close your eyes
And talk your shit to fill the night
(chorus)
I am your Dionysus
(I am the clothes you wear, the brain dead stare, the late night fare)
Your little red or blue thrill
(I am the clothes you wear, the brain dead stare, the late night fare)
Devour lives and culture
(I am the clothes you wear, the brain dead stare, the late night fare)
Plastic Cup Kids, get your fill
(Verse 2 repeats twice)
(Repeat Chorus)
