Work from Hell Ya by Club Night

every hair pricked up on his head
with an ever shaping precision
what was more than an epilogue
backed by gilded harps
I feverishly follow
every word you said to me
but you’re all I wanted.

strike to stone and watch the sparks fly out
I’m a spindle thinning
you beat against the wall
until the skin is worn down to the knuckle

a defeated frozen glare slanted on the horizon
wishing you were clairvoyant and all powerful

a huddled rambling mess of sorts
that last week above me in her house
through the floor boards
i hear you choking

with age you gave me hope
to just keep moving forward
while a shred pierced through you
running a muck it feels strange
to just grit my teeth

while ignoring the anger
steady grab my arm
I’ll shoulder it all

a huddled rambling mess of sorts
that last week above me in her house
through the floor boards
i hear you choking

I consoled my mother
nothing here that mattered
counted every goddamn minute

i need you closer
sunlight is fading
i’ll drive you drink
we’re hungover again
this life is porno
what do we care for
i need direction
look at the true me
I need a real win
self deprecating frailty
no wait i like me
flatline the haters
my heart is breaking
you’re high all of the time
please believe in me
time for a new dream
this is an old song
this is all i know

• Experimental
• Pop Punk
• emo
• math rock
• noise rock
• synthpop
• Oakland