We walk through tunnels with this wasted light
We live in catacombs, content to call them home
We stop our ears and then we close our eyes
Our folded arms reveal a desperate, misguided faith in ourselves
Evading truth, we keep the salt out of our wounds
We diagnose ourselves so no one knows we ever fell
We were built to love and be loved in return
We keep our distance, so scared of being burned
To isolate ourselves, to filter what we show to who we know
This hypocrisy I outwardly oppose, it is my very own
Failure I can't seem to accept, emerging numb in loneliness
How could I protect me from myself?
We were built to love and be loved in return
We keep our secrets from each other, so scared of being burned
So scared of being known
Ignoring the threat of freezing to death
Our hearts, bound by the father
Our hearts, meant to beat as one
Our hearts, bound by the father
Fear no pain; the light will heal
Let your joy be complete
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024