Pain in my head the weight of feedback
Don’t tell me to listen ‘cos i don’t what you have
Don’t turn your head to me, when I’m trying to speak
And if you tell me what you think, I can’t promise I won’t be sick
I feel I can’t let you be
You’re not my responsibility
I wouldn't even know what to say
It’s not like you’d listen anyway
Trapped in a world with no sunlight, I’m surprised there’s any colour in your eyes
Trapped, in your mind with no respite, I don’t know how you survive there
I never expected I could feel so grateful for all the times I fucking watched you lie
So now I’m trying to find a place on which I can rely, a place you can’t find
Good times to be alive when there’s so fucking much great music around.
Golden Age we are in now the digital sample rates has improved greatly and over taken anything analog 44.1 ever made.
Clarity nowadays has opened the stereo field significantly just crisp cleanly placed instrument chords and drum kits are now the standard.
Fucking Beautiful times to be alive. ♥️🤙🏻
Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024