Some days are meant to be remembered
Today is not one of those days
Tomorrow ain't looking so good neither
Hope to be dead by morning anyway
Hey, hey
A fiery death is a cold, cold way to go
A fiery death is a cold, cold way
They got them bombs for a reason you know
They'll drop them bombs on us one of these days
Sitting alone in some haunted basement
The pit in your gut won't go away
The loving sounds of connection above you
Everybody's getting fucked but me
~chorus~
Ill give up on cynicism
When it stops proving itself so prophetic
And Ill give up on nihilism
When politicians don't cover and run
And Ill believe in your religion
When you sweep up all the damage its done
And Ill give up on my addictions
When I finally get that sign from above
Its fashion
No
Its denying the times we live in
Its fashion
Its strangling me
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