Working for a change,
but I’m back in the same place.
Wasted years, and wasted hope,
are thrown back in my face.
Tell myself I’ll be alright, but
Winter’s coming, Winter’s here.
Somehow after all these years,
I`m still ruled by self hate and fear.
The night, it falls so early, and
Winter’s coming, Winter’s here.
Walking silent streets alone,
to empty houses I call home.
I spent my life building shelter,
but I’ve got nothing to show.
I’m gonna burn down my whole life,
and everything I know.
Tell myself I’ll be alright, but
Winter’s coming, Winter’s here.
Somehow after all these years,
I`m still ruled by self hate and fear.
The night, it falls so early, and
Winter’s coming, Winter’s here.
Walking silent streets alone,
to empty houses I call home.
Even when it`s so cold you can’t sleep,
and you can see your breath.
I still drink my water with ice,
I’ve got this masochistic streak to run through my whole life.
My obit’s going to read,
”World’s slowest self-demolition finally complete”
I can’t feel my hands, and my heart is numb.
Living in the land of the setting sun.
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