I have worked all my nights away
And said fuck it to most of my days
Spent all my money on booze and
Weekends forgetful with play
Money doesn't seem to be
Something I can handle
In a constant gamble
In a constant battle
It seems I sold my soul
For a bottle of whiskey but
Somewhere along the way
I think I musst have gotten lost
Awful decisions
Nights so long
Missed calls cold falls
Days too short, nights so long
If all of these bad decisions never end
How could life go on
I lost all my good thoughts to lend
I can't wait to move on
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023