Sunday morning,
there's nothing to do.
It's been the same way
for a week or two.
We're spare parts for the machine, the reserves
We drink to fill our empty hearts.
All we're missing is content, we've lost track
of our perfect lives.
We waste our youth here
in the smokescreen
and live so hard
we won't notice if we die.
We're spare parts for the machine, the reserves
We drink to fill our empty hearts.
All we're missing is content, we've lost track.
We flush our lives down the drain.
We got everything we need all paid for.
Our parents bought us better days.
All we're missing is their love, we've lost track
of our perfect lies.
The next generation, the future, dressed in fashion
A million special people march to the same beat.
(We) religiously depend on consumption to fill up our souls,
(but) deep inside ourselves we all know we are fucking useless
supported by 12 fans who also own “Our Perfect Lies”
I love this album because is like fresh air and a punch in your face at the same time.
Great voice, great sound, great lyrics, the music make me feel that something new is really posible.
So what else?
Albert Tártaro
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019
supported by 10 fans who also own “Our Perfect Lies”
This is just a great album. I heard the artist live more less by chance and i have been hooked on his sound ever since. Stöj Snak is a must have on my mp3 player! Allan Schnoor