These blackened nights, burnt out lights
Morning gripes, and the bare walls surrounding
Are the only things in my life
That haven’t left me
I've fallen so far from where I want to be
how much failure can one man see
As of late, I’ve been staying at home
Drinking late, sleeping alone
So I'll start drinking, and I'll stop thinking
And drown these memories
‘Cause I’m not stopping, I’m not stopping
I’m not fucking stopping till the pain goes away
Or until I pass out
Which ever comes first, which ever comes first
And I know I'll feel the pain when I wake again
So I’ll say a toast and fucking hope that I never wake up again
I still blame you for everything
Everything was all your fault
Just open your mouth, swallow the fucking truth
And take it with a grain of fucking salt
I still blame you for everything
I still blame you
I used to think the world about you
Now I wish the world was without you
You left me with nothing
But these burnt out lights and blackened nights
I can’t explain to you, the feeling inside of me
You would never understand
And just for me to get a fucking ounce of sleep
I have to finish the ounces from the flask in my hand.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023