Lies, more than once or twice
Dressed in your excuses
A part of your routine
I helped you fix your broken lights
And all that’s in between
From the friendships you discarded
To the colours on your screen
I can tell you what it’s like
Living as an insect
Sitting in your hand
Cupped to hold my many feet
While you pull off my wings
Denying me the right to flight
The worst I’ve ever seen
I know you’re ready to repent
So I’m leaving through the backdoor
Should I leave, should I leave?
This place is like a graveyard
Killing me, killing me
With trophies of your love
What’s left of those who made it out
Oh if my brain was in my guts
I can’t believe I stuck around to pass the time
Just know that I’m still in repair
I know you’re ready to repent
So I’m leaving through the backdoor
Should I leave, should I leave?
This place is like a graveyard
Killing me, killing me
With trophies of your love
What’s left of those who made it out
Oh if my brain was in my guts
I can’t believe I stuck around to pass the time
Just know that I’m still in repair
Should I leave, should I leave?
Killing me, killing me
I’m still in repair
Killing me, killing me
credits
from The Constance LP,
released August 2, 2019
Featuring Steve Sears on vocals
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017