Buildings burning, the sky is turning grey
Reminding me of everything Ive ever failed to achieve
And hallelujah, I can't breathe again
And if I don't make it out today, drop my body in a muddy grave
And if I make it out alright, we'll have a modern night
All the modern nights
And all the pretty lights
And all the hollow eyes
And all the filthy lies
Whatcha thinkin? Watch your back my friend
This town is filled with little birds, hokus-pokus fighting words
And every sunset, the birds come out to play
And if they don't peck out your eyes, we'll leave in search of better times
And if we make it out alive, we'll have a modern night
~chorus~
It never sounds quite as bad as it does in my head
I think if I think I think I'm better off dead
I think I'll just pop a pill and lay in bed
It never sounds quite as bad as it does in my head
Whatcha thinkin?
Whatcha thinkin?
Whatcha thinkin?
Watch your back my friend
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