The solstice month of June has awakened my blood flow of creativity for a two song offering. Hail and thank you to my family, friends and fans of The Red Moon Macabre.

Renzo

"Drugstore Black Lipstick" A midnight quest through neon-lit aisles for the ultimate, elusive prize. In a world of out-of-stock heartbreak, a lone damsel uncovers the final tube of black lipstick before the club gates open. It stands as a dark talisman of hope, armor, and the yearning for a rare, pure love. As long as the color holds, the night is hers.

"Dead Goth Nation" A declaration against the decay of the gothic subculture. Authenticity watches in disgust as social media screens and shallow trends erode the foundation of the scene. Frustrated by the rise of posers and the hyper sexual commercialization of their sanctuary, the true vampires of the night are ready to reclaim what is lost to the digital glare.