Nothing could take away what you've left here
When even your thought could stop me dead in my tracks
There's nothing I know or I've learnt that is more clear
When bridges get burned it might hurt but I'm not looking back
It's just another empty smile
It's just another wasted day
It's just another fucking reason
It's just more fucking pain
I can't keep looking for answers
I'll let them find themselves
The one thing that mattered
Became my own hell
Break my heart
How could you look around
And never know
Even your darkest thoughts
Are beautiful
I can't compare
I don't know why I tried
I'm so sick of running
From my fucking mind
My palms are sweaty
My legs are weak
I'm fucking sick of my thoughts
I need to sleep
I can't keep running
I'll fall apart
I guess it's worth it if you
break my heart
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
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024