I’ll take it all and see if there is a tomorrow
Hope is overrated
Happiness reminds you how sad you are
I was hoping happiness would feel better than this
Cold feels colder
You’d think you’d grow out of teen angst
Everyday stays the same, every year is the same
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one listening
To what I have to say, to what I have to say
If I dream, it’s of heroin
Bleeding out the pain, bleeding out the pain
When I sing I’m screaming only one thing
Singing my last day, screaming to my last day
And we’ll drink to fill the time
White and hollow
Covered in blue wool
Held to the sun
The inside can look grey
A corner is left broken
And left wet from the rain
Dust, dirt stains surround
The concaved shaped object
Ah, ah
Now he cries as I put the knife
Down, Wooooh, wooh, wooh
Ah, ah
The lunch is left there for the flies to eat
Behind my back! Wooooh, wooh, wooh
Hey
The plastic is broken and sharp at the top
It once was whole, broken on concrete
When it was dragged on the ground
It’s not, not in anger
Yeah
Frustration instead
Oh it was a long time ago
Ooh
Once when everything was cleared
Everything now lays in silence
And the white, hollow
Corner is left broken
Ooh! Touch the lobe
Held to the sun, the inside can look grey
But did I mention?
It! It was a long time ago
My frustration came instead
I couldn’t help notice there was no bone
But it’s true
You can tell, tell the loyalty
The inside can look grey
My frustration came instead
It was a long time ago
But did I mention?
Cow
You get to that age when your friends start to die
And then you’re wondering when is your turn?
Mac! Ian!
I am super fucked and riding dragons
The word on the street means more to me
Than the words out your mouth
It’s no writing it’s just graffiti on the wall
Hope! In! Ice! Cream!
Yeah, yeah I know I’m cool
In my 30s, hanging with 20 year olds who told me so
Kissing Scalextrics put me off electric for life
Getting married put me off of my wife
I don’t go to London because it’s full of Londoners
Screw being called Jackie if your surnames not Chan
Aging’s like a disease, rotting your brain and making you sick
Agoraphobing out of choice, replacing your friends with Netflix
If I don’t get around to offending you all, please don’t be offended
Time flies when everyone’s dead
Punching through the walls of reality like Superboy Prime what a dickhead
Ready for anything that's why I'm here
My Dad's dead now I live life without fear
Don't trust me I'm only here for the speed
I'll keep on going until my nose bleeds
I can't stop thinking about my bits
Scrumpity, Frumpity
Dumpity doo
Do you feel, when you poo
Back go clickity click then ooooohhhh
Secrets out, like a dick in flies
I’m for no one but your mothers eyes
Drugs are cool, feed them to your kids
And on their naughty bits
What did we, what should we
What could we, what is cool?
Don’t you feel that you’re free?
Willy’s out at your best friend’s funeral
Sucking toes, sucking tits
Sucking dicks and chewing shit
You don’t know my penis
Shake! It! Like! A ba-by, ba-by, baby
She had opinions
So we beat her
Don’t be like Peter
Peter the people eater
Dogs don’t know they’re dogs
Dogs don’t know they’re dogs
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024
This Jersey crew makes a ferocious mix of guttural grind and heavy hardcore punk, with lyrics aimed square at sociopolitical ills. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2021
A post-hardcore megalith from the UK: churning guitars, spacey arrangements, and explosive vocals both screamed and sung. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2019
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019