Blanket of comforting lies, the end fucking times and still they wanna fight for more
Fatigued so I rest my eyes, alarms ringing off, ignore, ignore, ignore
So here’s the mess they left
A landslide to a coffin
They’ll shoot the messenger and say they’re the ones that are gonna solve it
They’re just biding time
Ending life for a profit margin
And even if it’s not our fault it’s still gonna be our fucking problem
With all your wealth, with all your greed
Amoral lies on what we need
You’ll never be safe continue to feed until your teeth meet with your brain
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