Eyes full of holes
Mind full of empty thoughts
Wish I could grow happiness
Or fill a burial plot
Five fingers. This drink is
Two bloodied. Consuming
This game is My eyes still
Embodied deceive me
Shot glasses naile coffins
Angry words tell me we failed
Words flare
What is it I'm supposed to do running scared?
Mistakes made were made without thought
Without care
I make such a silly remark
All my memory's in the dark
How do you drink so much
Losing face is too easy
So we always sleep in our hands
And forget these evenings
(This next part is randy)
I am nothing like you thought I was
And you are nothing that you said you were
Let's just give it all up because
There is nothing to fix this, there is no cure
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023