A coffee and cigarette breakfast,
An intoxicated lunch.
I wake with a skull full of razorblades,
And I fall asleep fucked up.
A complex carb and cardio breakfast,
A calorie-counting lunch.
I’ll carve a torso like a statue,
A mating dance for lust.
I’m scanning the crowd for faces,
Forgetting all their names.
And I’m looking forward to the tunnel vision,
When colors fade to grey.
The pen has gone empty,
I’m left with a wordless page.
Sever my tongue,
I’ve got nothing left to say.
The mirror has gone empty,
My face: but a picture to paint.
And I bathe in these chains that I’m still not ready to break.
I’m dragging through the daylight,
While sweating through my sheets.
I haven’t been awake for months,
But I’m never quite asleep.
I’m scheduling the poisons that help maintain my state.
There’s nothing left to salvage here,
But I’m begging me to stay.
Here comes a shout from hell.
One that I built myself.
supported by 18 fans who also own “Sleepwalk Song”
What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021