Never End by Free Meat

laugh about it
you made the joke
drink up quickly
try not to choke

feeling silly
bitter gloats
hates himself
but he knows his notes

record spinnin, brain pinning, false conforming
wake up and you think its morning

He arrived at the lights
it was wet, breathing slight
turned around, saw the fright
wouldnt return home that night

in the end, a mother hen
too tame to say when
he knows whats coming
the never end

• Electronic
• Punk
• grunge
• industrial
• Bellingham