Lent my body to the bugs today. Let the flies fuck with my arm, catch the wind and float away. I feel like i own the breeze today. Direct the birds and lead the bees, get the whole world on its knees today.
I don't want to go to your shit beach party, ‘cause city centres don't have oceans. I don't want to go to your shit beach party, ’cause you don't have sand. Building castles out of broken bottles. I don't want to go to your shit beach party, plastic palm trees just don't move me. I don't want to go to your shit beach party, Hawaiian shirt.
We're done for if that's how you run the show. You want to but you know you won't like it, so deny it and force yourself to try, but you hate it and know you can't face it. The answer was there all the time. We’re done for if that’s how you run the show.
credits
from Summer Gangs,
track released January 25, 2012
The Cleveland band temper uncompromising metalcore breakdowns with infectious jangle-pop melodies and ample dark humor.
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