These are the thoughts that I try to resist.
I don’t think there’s a place that I can exist.
Not in connection, or community.
I turn to rust everything I see.
And how
can this not seem like the end?
A lifetime filled with the same mistakes
I make over and over again.
Just like this song I've heard before,
Just like this life I've lived before.
I`m too full of memories,
and words spoken like eulogies:
”Living like this is killing me,” well
living like this is killing me, so
Burn me alive.
I harm myself too much for others to bear.
When I look to the future, nothing's there.
I've gained an inch for all the miles that I've fought.
I raise a prayer to the suicidal God.
Burn me alive, it will provide
the only light I have to use as a guide.
And even martyr fantasies
are manifestations of my vanity.
Burn me alive, I can't do this again.
All beginnings echo their predetermined end.
And bury me where the roots cannot reach,
so I'll be dead the way that I was alive.
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