Feeling
Another year slip through my hands.
That’s the sound you hear when you know you've failed,
but there’s no turning back
Fearing
to write down one more cliched verse.
It`s not just that I’m stagnant,
it`s that I’m becoming worse.
No Arc of Triumph for my return,
No transcendence, and nothing learned.
So much changed, but it feels the same.
One home lost, with nothing gained.
My only continuity
is shame and volatility.
Take me back to the
days that never were.
Losing
what little hope that I had left.
And yesterdays are like former lives filled with
promises not kept.
Choosing
to let the illness rest in me.
And when my eyes are tired that black spot
still follows me.
No Arc of Triumph for my return,
No transcendence, and nothing learned.
So much changed, but it feels the same.
One home lost, with nothing gained.
My only continuity
is shame and volatility.
Take me back to the
days that never were.
And my mind, like the Kansas sky,
threatens to swallow me.
Every moment of my life collapsing into
one single memory.
They say you can’t go back.
And I know that you can’t go back.
But I`m living my future
keeping my head stuck in the past.
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