Wide awake in the land of the dead
Try to talk with a ripped off head
Listen to judgment and not what’s said
The taste of dirt lingers in my bed
Unstitch the lining of life’s thread
Waiting for my room to fill up with dread
The blood is black and is now not red
The ground is worn from the steps where you tread
There’s no voice to listen to
Jump down a throat with a fucking view
Hear the voices in your head
Hear them louder when you’re in bed
Repeat the words that they’ve said
Filing up you’re mind with what they’ve fed
Torture tainting up your mind
Push out the past to leave it behind
Feeling life as it constantly grinds
And watching it all fall out of line
There’s no voice to listen to
Jump down a throat with a fucking view
There is no point
Unstick your life
Give up and fight
There is no point
Make sure you look yourself in the eye
No need to be told I’m terrified
Tales are told from mixed up lies
You gotta try harder to realise
Hold it all in until you scream or cry
So dark down here when you’re up so high
Addiction swallows up my insides
Just leave me alone and let that part of me die
There’s no voice to listen to
Jump down a throat with a fucking view
There is no point
Unstick your life
Give up and fight
There is no point----
Take the taste out of the colour
Look at me like I’m your lover
Making sure that they all suffer
Break some bones to make them tougher
Don’t tell me how to love my own mother
Open up now or run for cover
Don’t tell me how to love my own mother
Open up now or run for cover
There’s no voice to listen to
Jump down a throat with a fucking view
Waiting my whole life in a queue
And watching the whole world falling through
Rising Texas band continue the crushing momentum of 2018's debut with a
streamlined EP showcasing their uncompromising screamo sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2019