I'm sitting, I'm thinking, I'm writing shit to make my thoughts fit with the hits, that life gives. ...to make my thoughts fit with the hits, that life gives. This bitch called life, I would never make my wife. But she always surrounds me, fucking ready to drown me. You want to yell: "Go, fuck you!" She whispers: "Good luck." and knows, what is up. While you don't have a clue. One wrong step could end up worse than death. Welcome to my world. It's brimfully filled with fools. And I'm gonna tell you something: You're caught in that shit, too! "Fuck yourself!", I told myself This can't be the road you keep walking. You need to fucking do something else than constantly keep on shit-talking. Look at the youth of today... It's a fucking joke! Even if my own philosophy broke I'm so glad to have given you hope. While the others are drinking I'm sitting here thinking. They don't know that they're sinking but I don't care.
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