Bootstrap kings chant slogans,
as hopeful as meaningless.
Resurrect the American Dream,
the Island Self of naive success.
And every song tells me to look for
’What`s Inside’
But there’s nothing there,
I’ve died so much to stay alive.
Emptiness and Apathy
sound better than vulnerability
to a world that wants me dead,
I reject your platitudes instead.
Self help gurus with microphones
try to sell their PMA.
You don’t know my mind,
or the days I’ve stepped so close to graves.
And sometimes I want it to be true,
believe that I could start anew,
but that’s not what it`s like for people like me.
And self delusion will not set you free.
And every song tells me to look for
’What`s Inside’
But there’s nothing there,
I`ve died so much to stay alive.
Pessimism doesn’t mean I’ve failed,
it`s defense against a world derailed.
Your words don’t resonate,
I`ve lost the ability to relate.
Packed empty rooms, desires entombed.
I think I’d kill for something more.
With silent days, a turn of phrase.
I think I’ve lost what I am fighting for.
We raise our eyes but cannot see.
There is so little left of me,
There is so little left of me.
I don’t believe
in Happiness.
I just believe
in Emptiness.
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