You should know that this song isn't a defined statement of any kind.
It's a list. A mental catalog of emotions you've caused me and a handful of others to expose ourselves to time and time again.
It's not all negative. It's not all positive. It's just real. Unadulterated, passionate emotion on things we've never really spoken of and likely never will.
I wish you the world, but can no longer give what I once was willing to.
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You hate everything I lack,
I'm perfect on paper,
So don't tell me later,
That I'm a fuckin' piece of work.
(We were so concerned with if we could)
Cause you could never take it back,
Once the words are out they're out for good.
I guess we never really stopped to wonder if we should.
And we talked for hours,
But not forever,
Like admittedly I'd hoped we would.
And our combined sleep deprivation
Got the better
Of our social limitations,
Muted night of allegations,
End scene.
Clawing at the chalkboard now,
It's like you love discomfort,
Or maybe you're only comfortable
When you're taking it from someone else,
And you're so misunderstood,
And that's just how you like it,
I know cause I'm the same way,
Cause the ignorant escape blame
(Oh, don't they?)
And we talked for hours,
Or maybe it was forever,
The exhaustion made it drag
On and on.
And you refuse to move for anyone,
Or anything at all,
Millennial pastor,
With a congregated master,
End scene.
You are a chemical defense,
You are the existential dread
That marches on the grave
Of any optimism in my head,
You are a thief of hearts and minds,
Cut the wire and hop the fence,
And I will never be your safety net again.
Come and lay your framework out,
I wanna know just how you stay devoutly
Loyal to your paper stories,
And two-faced to the victims you manipulate.
Tell us all your sadder stories,
Convince the world to bow in empathy.
And we talked for hours.
You are a chemical defense,
You are the existential dread
That marches on the grave
Of any optimism in my head,
You are a thief of hearts and minds,
Cut the wire and hop the fence,
And I will never be your safety net again.
I would hate you,
and be bitter forever,
And honestly,
I wish I could.
If I only had an axe,
You know I'd sever
All these ties you've made around me
So my mind can make it out clean
From your social limitations,
Fuck these nights of allegations,
You protect the blood of martyr,
Even from your only daughter
And you'll never cross my mind again,
I hope you stay complacent,
End Sce-
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