smother from meadmouth by (EM)

burst into life
rife with fright
bright but bent
to trouble from the get go

yet unchanged
chained inside
made of lies
staying brain-fried

tried and true
deepened blue
heavy, lonely
my only mood

a smooth line
trapped in time
tired and blind
hope an end will arise

no prize in life
no type of respite
ever-fading light
emanates from my eyes

my mind's been wasted
life unsatiated
hidden, hated
the heart never quits breaking

stationed in some hell
drowned in a wishing well
my bell is ringing
only i hear the singing

final blink
fatal wink
wash me down the damn sink
before i grow old

sold to mold
story untold
last hand folded
in death all is golden

• Punk
• attic punk
• garage rock
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• post-punk
• shoegaze
• Stevens Point