Forged our significance,
While we watch our youth slip,
Pour poor.
And we passed with flying colours,
The blame onto the suburbs.
Claimed our bleeding hearts were our mothers',
And our tempers were our fathers'.
And we all grew up as liars,
Desperate searches for forgivers.
I'm just trying to paint a picture,
Of a future that's less bitter.
Trade your disorders,
For my hangovers.
Poor pour poor.
And we passed with flying colours,
The blame onto the suburbs.
Claimed our bleeding hearts were our mothers',
And our tempers were our fathers'.
And we all grew up as liars,
Desperate searches for forgivers.
I'm just trying to paint a picture,
Of a future that's less bitter.
As I step back from the laughter,
With a beer and my friend's lighter,
I vow to add some grandeur,
To this commonplace disaster.
Love this record to pieces. Favorite instrumentals on a skramz record ever. Some really good vocals and lyrics on it as well. Just an all around solid skramz record. Trey
Atmospheric black metal band Sadness and experimental screamo band To Be Gentle channel intense emotions on this split single. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 28, 2021