Go!
I die. I live.
My worst enemy brought me -
A gun that gently strokes my face.
Bloody ink because of my despair.
My veins - cut by your hypocrisy.
Chorus:
All my sorrow - written on a paper.
My feelings - torn from your hand.
If only I could smile later…
I don’t regret that this is the end!
I live. I die.
Caught sleepless with my little pen.
Writing trivial words for hours.
Leaving my fucking life? I can!
This will end if you wake me!
Chorus:
All my sorrow is written on a paper.
My feelings - torn from your hand.
If only I could smile later…
I don’t believe that this is the end!
Caught sleepless (sleepless, sleepless) with my pen.
Writing bullshit (bullshit) for hours.
Should I die (should I die, should I die) or should I live?
Should I listen to fucking insults (to fucking insults) until the end?!
End! Mother fucking end!
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024