Could feel the cold air coming in from under my door, pack of matches in my jacket, sleeping bag and a backpack, cause nights like this turn in to more.
We'd brave the cold, and if we had to the hail and the snow, because we didn't need a place to go as much as a way to erase being sober.
Born into original debt, and a slow death and taxes where no one’s collecting dividends.
I check in, and shut off, and check out of a hollow job, I check in, to a con, and deception of growing up.
It's not enough (not enough)
Not enough (not enough)
Their rose-tinted gold can't buy back what we've lost.
Could feel the cold air coming in from under my door, pack of matches in my jacket, raincoat, and a backpack, cause nights like this turn in to more.
We'd brave the cold, and if we had to the hail and the snow, because we didn't need a place to go as much as a way to erase being sober.
It's not enough (not enough)
It's not enough (not enough)
We're filtered and faded in social white wash, distracted, degraded by soylent trust,
Their rose-tinted gold can't buy back what we lost.
It's not enough.
Could feel the cold air coming in from under my door and can't feel it, I can't feel it anymore.
We'd brave the cold, and if we had to the hail and the snow, if there’s one thing I can say I know that some folks face storms others wait 'til they're over.
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023