Come down, you're scraping the sky. We're playing out our dull days on collapsing bed frames. My only worries are tired arms, the ticking clock, and that look your mother gave us. There is one thing that concerns me: You wear your heart on your sleeve, it's bound to get dirty. I want blood and i want gore, heavy breath and your head through the wall. Broken back and a broken heart to tell the wet kids all about.
You say you love me, I say so what. Keep trying to turn me into something that I'm not. You say you love me, I say so what, but I guess I love you.
The Cleveland band temper uncompromising metalcore breakdowns with infectious jangle-pop melodies and ample dark humor.
Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2021