All these memories still haunt my dreams
From the moment I wake up to the second I sleep
And they said our love is dead
What the fuck goes on in their head
I can't fucking breathe
What you doing to me
A lovely year we've had
Grateful for the times we've shared
What you doing to me I can barely breathe
Caught wandering through time and space
All alone in this empty place
Try harder, learn faster, to erase my disgrace
As the days grow shorter
Our souls pulled in closer
This is a sin
To live, to hurt, to feel like this
Such a shame you hate the things you can't feel
What you doing to me I can barely breathe
A lovely year we've had
Grateful for the times we've shared
Season in Wreckage strike a careful balance between being melodic enough to be "beautiful" but heavy and lyrically honest enough to be raw. courtney sams
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
The frantic and furious punk rock from this Sheffield band sounds like 7,000 motorcycles barreling down an empty highway. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 21, 2017