I’m pushing myself through angst and distress.
Identity skewed by my own rambling head.
I try to ignore. Try to forget.
This suffering that I’ve unleashed onto myself.
How can I feel love for anyone when I don’t even like myself?
Or anything else?
Constantly awake at night
My own subconscious, so self-conscious mental fist fight
In all reality, I’m just a child in a rut.
Scared and forever bound, as being sewn shut.
I’m a loser, I’m a slacker, I’m a piece of shit.
Just another complaining, whining, college kid.
This broken heart worn on my sleeve is getting big.
How can I feel love for anyone when I don’t like myself?
Sewn shut
I’ve had enough
I’m as stable as wall-less foundation.
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