On April 9th 1998 I was murdered
Death sentence, silver necklace, the gold standard
I'm grieving myself and the time
before I was alive and the time
I stood on trial and all I got was this funny way I walk
Coming down the aisle, I'm just the laughing stock.
Something to mock.
Because no one told me
the courtroom's just a big surprise party
22-years half-dead
Hey, that's not so bad
I'd take the plead deal! I'd take what I can get!
I stood on trial and all I got was everything I want
But on the bible, I told lies I rolled my eyes
On april 9th 1998 I was born
I was born to run.
Just like the sun I'm gonna burn out
Designed obsolescence.
Death sentence, silver necklace, the gold standard.
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