Making all the bread before the dead come out to walk and thinking
How I could go drinking singing music that is Rock music.
The music that is clean.
The music that is green.
The music that's obscent to me and you and not to grandpa who invented it.
You come up to me. You think that you can make some time, but you don't
Realize the real eyes are looking 'round the room, you ducker.
Let me spell out doom for you in thirty simple rhymes
'Cause I see that switchblade in your pocket; using it for crimes.
Well, that's not nice.
Fuck you, twice.
Fuck me again and your ass is on ice.
The Cleveland band temper uncompromising metalcore breakdowns with infectious jangle-pop melodies and ample dark humor.
Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2021