Wish I could see me through your eyes
To lose myself in the mirrors on your wall
I’ve never seen me after all
And when the curtains fall
I just feel like a ghost upon the stage
I know there is no god at all
But I still can’t believe in me
Wish I could touch me with your hands
Because I can’t take off my skin
To make me tangible at last;
Or at least unreal to run away from this ordeal
And I know you tried your best to help,
But sadly words are weak,
When it’s a language you don’t speak
Time and again little wounds have grown
Grown and claimed totality
Your gaze will never penetrate my skin
I’ve seen a light that glows within
Burning inside, falling apart
From the flesh, your mind departs
Shards fly like feathers
Mirrors turn into dust
Too many colors
Too little trust
It's uncanny just how good Actors is at emulating that Post-Punk synth sound from my younger days.
Each listen just gets better and better. I feel slightly ashamed for not having heard this album until a few short days ago. modestwriggles
Beautifully moody art rock from Virginia that recalls the dark glory of bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2020