The other night I went walking,
A steady pace like I was looking for something, Wandering streets in the town I grew up in, On the hunt, came up with nothing.
There's no escape.
I'm not running from anything,
Not to free or to forget,
I don't want to fill the space inside my head.
I fell asleep mid-sentence,
Pen in my hand, my faithful attendance, Light dancing down the hallway walls,
Like Kubrick playing late night that early Fall.
There's no escape.
I'm not running from anything,
Not to free or to forget,
I don't want to fill the space inside my head.
August, my dear, you'll surely find when you're older,
Not all the stories were true, some they cooked, and they sold you, My arms will be forever open wide to hold you,
And together we can ...
Love the ugly truth,
Take it for what it is, take no issue, Love the ugly truth,
No stories to tell, take no issue.
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023