You watched her die. You washed your hands
The guilt I know you felt; It stains. It stands.
Shrouded in collapse the world falls silent when she speaks.
One last plea. Beg for mercy.
My mind stays rooted in the past.
Froze that still shot of your smile when her lines went flat.
I took th money that you’d spend on girls for a thrill; bought a diamond ring to keep on mom’s side of the bed
Call me a cancer
You left your love dying in the dust
Don’t call; you know I wouldn’t answer
I can’t bare to hear you call me your son
In the midst of it all; in the thick of it all
Did you ever think that some things were sacred?
When you took off that ring; when you slid off her dress
Did you ever miss the way that she loved you?
I can picture the house; I can still see the scene
You’d tuck me in and say “I’ll see you tomorrow”
With a calm in your eyes; with a peace to the place
You’d turn around and whisper “Honey, I love you”
Find deliverance
Close the curtain one last time
What’s the point in anything
When all of love is a fucking lie
Call me a cancer
You left your love dying in the dust
Don’t call; you know I wouldn’t answer
I can’t bare to hear you call me your son anymore
Don’t call
Don’t call
Let the bullet speak
Let her spirit ring
Don’t call
Don’t call
Let repentance speak
Let her body bleed
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024