We waste our daylight locked in a cell
Dwelling on “what could have beens”
While the pretty moments glide right by
In this room with all this time to think
The sun dims on a wick made of shame
this was not enough.
I can’t hold on to the anger
It’s the price we pay to move on.
Lost in a prison our weight holds.
Unrelenting; but I move on
Farmhouse swings and spring rains on the pavement:
Your fleeting moment of relief when it’s you and the mistake you made
you’re just like me- It’s the untold things we miss when we go astray
one glaring truth remains: we didn’t learn a fucking thing.
head against the wheel, cathedral glass held the sway
the world lost its wings like a butterfly mid-flight swallowed by the flame
Ten seconds to trade a lifetime away.
Now you bow to the wall and wait but the bars won’t bend
How could you free your sister’s love?
God is a silent stretch of road.
I can’t hold on to the anger
It’s the price we pay to move on
We’ll have to fight this on our own
Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
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