They're never finished
They deliver the final word
It rarely felt like it gets heard
Dripping drops, expired notions on the burns
Review the things you worked to earn
These bitter times will wash away
Temporary pain that they create
They wanted fame they wanted hold of their own place
Just to drown in their own lake
The things that they will say
The things they scream and shout
We sort them out
Just enemies at play
You feed their little mouths
Three times a day
They shot their guns and we scattered like the birds
Avoiding death that we deserved
Gripping hold I saw the love that I abused
All my dreams just felt absurd
I hear the chimes I feel the chill
They peer from behind falling walls
They wanted pain to compensate for their time
They claimed we broke their single law
The things that they will say
The things they scream and shout
We sort them out
Just enemies at play
You feed their little mouths
Three times a day
We grew and we changed
The things that were about
We called them out
Just enemies at play
You feed their little mouths
Three times a day
supported by 61 fans who also own “Premium Drifter (Demo)”
genuinely one of the best albums I've ever heard. it fills me with this amazing rush of adrenaline every single time I listen to it. definitely a daily listen rw.roach
supported by 59 fans who also own “Premium Drifter (Demo)”
Fun, bright post-punk that emulates the bands I grew up with so well that I honestly had to check and make sure the album wasn't a re-release from 1984. So glad this came up in my recommended feed. modestwriggles