My mind is racing so fast it’s gone blank
I don’t know what to feel
Don’t know what I feel is real
I’m running circles in my head
Lost for words, had I even found them yet
Twenty eight years, I still believe I won’t be missed
Some targets just seem too hard to be fucking hit
I’ve come to terms with what my life has become
No god will save me
I’m not a skeptical one
In a crowded room I feel so alone
The lights are on but it seems so dark and cold
The ones who claim to know you don’t know shit
Translated misconceptions of the life I truly live
I gave up on hope
I’ve come to terms with what my life has become
No god will save me
I gave up on hope so long ago
But the reality is I’m never giving in
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019