Be Careful from Stay Calm by Wreck and Reference

The haven round the self
Is only the self
To say goodbye
Is the last skill

I don’t need this anymore
I don’t need this anymore

The same tithe
The plane
I feel awake
I feel awake

Goose feathers
And cracked leather
Talking to the guys with the punk overtones
The boxes of bullets
Sleeping on the floor
The higher powers
Always boarding me up

We made some progress
We looked at demons
We booked the lake house
Forever thinking

“Is it my turn?”
“Tomorrow.”
I appreciate the thought

More tests, sure
That’s what they do
They give you the test again
More tests
What can you do with more human clarity
It’s just an observation

Be careful who you do away with
Be careful what you do away with
Be careful your thought
Be careful your primitive

And junk
And junk in stead the feeling
That you could have had
Or wish again for the feeling
That you have never had

If you know something that you don’t
Or you know something that you don’t

• Experimental
• drone
• electronic
• noise
• noise rock
• post-metal
• Los Angeles