An abundance of black clothing
Does not make you ready for a funeral
In the safe stupor of youth
You make hopeless promises
When God appears to look away
You, my dear friend, stayed out of His gaze
For far too long
He couldn’t save you
And I couldn’t face you
‘Cause it’s not so easy
And I’m not so strong
I remember every song we wrote
For nobody but ourselves
Every story we told
And tattoos in gold
The lost boys never get to grow old
Tell me, what is closure when
You still speak to me in my dreams
And when every word I’ll ever scream
Comes from you?
It’s what you didn’t know that killed you
And what I’ll never know that’s killing me
Was this an accident?
Or was it your intent
To leave this land behind and finally fly free?
This isn’t what I meant when I said,
“I hope we never grow old.”
I remember every song we wrote
I remember every story we told
I will grow up without you
‘Cause the lost boys never get to grow old
Northeast straight-edge hardcore taken to the cathartic, infectious extreme; a fiery EP fueled by spite, spirit, and sick riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable May 24, 2023
Some the angriest, heaviest, viscerally impactful hardcore I’ve ever heard. A molotov cocktail lobbed into an already political scene with a fury I haven’t felt in ages. Televiper