We are burning the air that we choke on
Feeding the fire with expired ideals
Breathe out, breathe in
This winter smells like gasoline
We’ve blended with grey walls and painted them black to stand out
We’ve fallen for fake calls
Watch us all burn out.
We are underachievers with blackened lungs too young to die
Our clocks are ticking backwards
We slack on borrowed time.
I am empty inside, while roads unfold at night
I am at my ropes end and I, I don’t know where to turn
Day out, day in
This winter smells like gasoline
We’ve blended with grey walls and painted them black to stand out
We’ve fallen for fake calls Watch us all burn out.
We are underachievers with blackened lungs too young to die
Our clocks are ticking backwards
We slack on borrowed time.
Half hearted, I lie awake most of these days
Singing along to songs we’ve all heard before
Sipping my nights away, humming songs
that were supposed to change the world.
I love it. Have to agree with still bummed: this packs an emotional punch but rocks hard. I've played this whole album repeatedly over the last week which is unusual for me. Exhilarating, poignant, intelligent, melodic. Robin Ward
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024