These streets we walk on will crumble under the stress we carry under our tongues and the weight we hold in the syllables we let out. So much talking, and it's so loud. Maybe loud enough to drown out all the sounds we don't need a language to make.
I was right before until you told me otherwise. I tore down these walls that you built, those bricks were stacked so softly.
There are things you can't take with you. Isn't that always the case? I felt like I could ride forever, I wish I could've kept the nerve to love and forget all the shitty things and to forgive and remember there's more to life than these petty issues, but I'm only human and my pride takes more than 10 months to recover and feel there's room to clear the air.
It ends up like this every time because you shout and wave your arms and pout and stomp your feet like a baby. And throw your tantrums as if anybody cares, you won't be a footnote, you won't be anything.
Was it worth it in the end? Cause I'm still here swinging.
Was it worth it in the end? Cause i"m still here singing.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024