Midnight pollution of thought makes you
Dream that you’re lost
No more sun and you can’t go on so you
Look for an answer in your head
Take a look into your dilated pupils,
Disappointed with the blackness inside
Expectations of an answer within yourself and a
Defective school of thought
Older now than the innocence you crave,
Still not tall enough to see mother's eyes
Paralyzed by the sight of your aging hands
As they hold tomorrow's end
How can you tell what went wrong with the plans,
You weren't watching the crash
You've been carried too long and you can't understand
How to walk on your own
Train yourself to feel loved when there's no one to hold you
By their side
Keep away from the notion of being alone,
It will never lose its strength
Fill the void with anything you find,
It's the only way to go
You will always be hungry, even if you're full,
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