We fall, fall, fall...then we fall again.
Very nice of you life, you play us your wicked game.
What to do if I cannot see a way but my own?
You’ll probably die alone.
We fail, fail, fail...then we fail a bit more.
I can show you scars the size of a black hole.
Red spoke, so bad, it must be the truth.
I know it despite my youth.
Thanks to the years, they treat me nice
Like a hand grenade.
Thanks to the wounds, they teach me well.
Thanks to the enemies I make all along my way.
Up in heaven I will miss this hell.
We come, come, come...then we come back
To the same wrong places, the same old traps.
We seem not to learn, we may like to lose.
There won’t be a fourth, I refuse.
It’s time, time, time...time to leave again.
Thanks for everything you gave me, my dear friend.
Encourage the sparrow that raises from sand.
No wings, you stay on land.
Thanks to the years, they treat me nice
Like a hand grenade.
Thanks to the wounds, they teach me well.
Thanks to the enemies I make all along my way.
Up in heaven I will miss this hell.
I love the desert and I've never had the pleasure of listening to something else that made me feel so strongly like I was in Arizona again. God tier album, god tier desert. Poop Metal Enjoyer
Brighton, UK band leaven surging hard rock with spaced-out stoner-doom on their second LP, recorded in an old chapel on the English coast. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2022