Lone from Comforter by Torture Castle

There are so many animals on this road out here, but I can only think that I hear Wednesdays are the days you disappear.
Or miss time or what the fuck ever, you want something so much until what you got is terror.
Hell you say, come around here and there’s gonna be hell to pay.
I quit, I don’t want to play
Still nothing comes to take me away, and I stay, and I stay.
I wish I believed enough to pray, but I really don’t believe any of this, any fucking way.
I’m a landlocked asshole in a motor inn, three miles from the beach and all those big dick men.
Hell you say, come around here and there’s gonna be hell to pay.
I quit, I don’t want to play
The devil I know, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day.
Have flowers Brummie, more you than me.

• Punk
• atlanta-noise-pop
• noise-punk
• noise-rock
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• Atlanta