I’m wasting time, I’m wasting words
While all these stories go untold
Organ grinders in my head
Reduce it all, break it down
My heart weighs a ton
A clarity that hurts
Caught up in a storm of wasted words
Words wasted so well
Can’t grasp what should be said
Squeeze out another broken heart
And pour me one more glass
Inebriated for a short moment
Don’t know if this weary head
These idle hands
Are in control of myself
My heart abandons all abandoned hopes
Takes one for the road
And breaks lose
I know we’re all bound to die
But I’d be lying
If I said
I was not afraid
While I’m trying to beat death
With every word
Don’t know if this weary head
These idle hands
Are in control of myself
My heart abandons all abandoned hopes
Takes one for the road
And breaks loose
From what I know
From all these almost right words
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024