the air is freezing all the warmth, from the smoke that is coming out of lungs
the ground beneath is calling me, to take a seat;
fill out peace bonds, job applications, and midterms,
but the sky above is telling me, to keep on staring at the smokers
who are, living their own damn lives, away from me
oh my god, where have all the losers gone?
oh my lord, where has all the feeling gone?
oh my man, don't cry now, because you're gonna make me too
oh my dear, it's gonna be alright, you don't have to colour in the lines
where are you? smoking joints, alone, in your dark room
where am i? i'm outside; the black dog had chased me out
how are you? i don't want to open my mouth, but i owe it to you
why are my; arms trembling, mouth agape, and
here's the plan; hiding away when it just gets too damn hard
it's hard to sleep, when there's nowhere with a roof that's very welcome to you
it's hard to breathe, when the inside's walls are threatening to swallow you whole
it's hard to eat, when your head manifests into a broken washing machine
it's hard to dream, when your thought processes are circling and breaking again
oh my god, where have all the losers gone?
oh my lord, where has all the feeling gone?
oh my man, don't cry now, because you're gonna make me too
oh my dear, it's gonna be alright, you don't have to colour in the lines
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