These are the days we fall into the grave
We dig alone, forever long
Born to follow dreams
But hope is seldom seen
So we cannot live up to our purpose
But I will try so hard to be okay
Every day
Though when all is said and done
I'm by myself
So here's to a time when all things human die
Yeah everyone, all conscious gone
Give me a reason why I need to be alive
As I don't have one
And I've had enough
Yeah I, I just fall apart everyday
Because that's how I'm made
And I can not go on
This is my hell
So there's nothing more to say
Buckle up and enjoy your stay.
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Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019