Find me
In this nut jar full of stains
I'm lost
Amidst this nation's growing pains
Divide, tear apart, dismember
Feel the wood crackle in the rear end of December
Oh marvelous pain, with a far cry you're given name
The dogs from yesterday still lick that puddle of shame
Thy kingdom comes
A fool's notorious rags
The whiskey burns
The muse's amusement nags
Glory. Gold. Water. Wolves.
A cup of mercy for all the stories sold
My dear, you sure love to pretend
Drowning dry on wet cement
All the bodies will ascend
All of me will have to wait for the sand to start to mend
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024