Looking back at age eighteen
Where I was told to follow this old routine,
Where you go to school and pay your debt.
You work, lose your hair, and succumb to the stress.
If only I had a dollar for each condescending remark that I'm working blue collar,
It would turn white.
Been overthinking these things that are racking my brain.
Trying so damn hard to live against the grain.
I don't wanna be left behind but did I fuck up this time?
Maybe I should've went upstate when I had the chance.
Go back to school for a better job, a whole new set of friends.
Taken my old mans advice in the pursuit of a better life.
To sell my guitar, and give up my dreams.
Oh no, I do this every damn time.
I learned how to make a living but not how to live my life.
I don't want the weight of regret as I crawl to my death bed.
Maybe I should've went upstate when I had the chance.
Go back to school for a better job, a whole new set of friends.
Taken my old mans advice in the pursuit of a better life.
To sell my guitar, and give up my dreams.
Alright, it's time to incite.
And rewrite my fate in spite of a seemingly hopeless future painted black and white.
And I'd rather not waste my time and fight with someone who don't treat me right.
Tonight, my chains are broken.
And now I'm free.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024