Smoke drink fuck fight hold it down and keep it tight I couldn't care less anyway
Lets make this a night i wish i could count the time but the lines seem blurred
Drop it all at the chance for us to see things at a glance shoot for the sun
Even if i burn my wings or miss out on the finer things I’ll speak in tongues
If i could take one single chance
I'd set things straight
If i could make one single change
I’d have shit made
We’ll bring noise
Empty shattered chords
in the hope
That I can somehow stay afloat
One day i can give this back
a life spent on the full warpath
cold empty juggernaut hearts
with swan songs of a blackened art
An ending time is drawing near
along a path that seemed so clear
but from ashes phoenixes rise
to bring this to it's full reprise
Live with this or go without, beyond the shadow of a doubt
a tendency for blasphemy you can’t see the forest for the trees
gangrene limbs and twisted souls, and consciences as black as coal
at night we fly you better run we winged things are not much fun.
If i could take one single chance
to set things straight
If i could make one single change
I’d have shit made x2
This time we bring the hunt to an end
an inhumane and unnatural trend x2
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