ailments abound from PANIC HANDS by Panic Hands

I can't stop these bridges burning or these ties from severing themselves in a last-ditch effort to get away from me.

circumstances on fire let me sing to the choir.
Electricals alive, let me hum to the hive.

It seems that the seams are tearing and I'm raring to go.
Champing at the bit to get through with it.
Amplified, tongue-tied and full of shit.
Who even cares where I am?
This is starts, and it fits.

The things I've seen have clipped my wings and my phantom limb is riddled with mosquito stings.

I miss the ones that I hate with every breath that I take.
With every breath that I take back.

• Alternative
• sadpunk
• screamo
• Melbourne