There’s no more holding on. No more holding back. You’re just in time for my final act. There’s a knife, there’s a gun, I’ve got some pills and some booze, tie myself to train tracks, or hang from a noose. Either way, this will all be over soon. The next time you see me, I’ll be on the evening news. I’m wide awake, but I dream I sleep forever. To escape I would take my own life just for the pleasure. There’s no life flashing before my eyes. I’m dying to see the other side. There’s a wake. Closed casket, open seats, with black roses surrounding a picture of me. My mother. The only one who weeps over a tombstone that reads, “Out of his misery.” You did this to me. You’ll see. You’ll be sorry.
While I understand the change of direction completely. I do wish we got one more show where this album was played in full, as there are a lot of bangers slept on here. bdogz
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022