How much more trash talk am I supposed to hear
Before I drown myself in spit
My casket is waiting
And i’ll find it in the woods
I am no longer a part of me
I’m just a bug in the universe
Love send me hear to think
This is my punishment I see.
I believe my own eyes
Were supposed to kill that fire
That you ignite alone
I possibly talk trash myself
But a demon has made his entrance.
I am not scared anymore
I’m just longing for a departure
Trying to protect and fix my soul
While I am here.
400 more of these years
Where I constantly burn
I see a white so sharp
Far away from the sun.
I drag my head in my hands
Crying for the lord
The only thing that’s real
He’s in the mirror
And if you sing him to tears
He’ll be better off this year.
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Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
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