I'm standing near the door, here just with the gravest grin
only it's upside down
So pity-rid and poor, waiting until when
you'll let me leave from out
Mind heads for a spin
'Cus you won't let me in
I bleed for permission
To let me come in
Reverse claustrophobia's back, and it's my heart attack
You're feeling up my eyes
I know you feel it too, so won't you let me in with you
and we can break this ice
This anguish feeds the veil that lives and dies to mask
this whole sick sort of dream
I've spawned a living hell where I'm always the last
to find just what it means
To leave from out
Black sparks and fades out
I bleed for permission
To let met come in
Back-pried lids
Black Eyed Kids
We're coming in if you'll have us
We're only coming in at will,
Right at your front door's where we're at 'cus
We've only burdened time to kill
It's not as if it's the end, but goodbye my only friend, until we meet again
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020