The air I breathe causes my lungs to freeze
And I’m stuck in this place of burning ash and smoke
I sit and watch as friends tell jokes
I’m so tired, burnt, numb, and broke
The only feeling I have
Is fireflies in my chest
The only sense that I have
Is longing for a place to rest
I had this vision
Of writing you a letter
And placing it in a bottle
Then throwing it out to sea
Would you try and find it?
It wouldn’t be a waste of time…
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022