All that's left of me is scribbled graffiti in all my old desks, and even that's fading. Is that a mark to leave? Is it enough to say 'I was here', and return to the earth quickly without complaint, a shadow across the stage? Or can we all mean something? Spring forth howling as young wolves, ready to start living and making our imprints? Yeah, I get discouraged sometimes and think all that's worthless, and sometimes life sucks, but I'd give anything to relive it. Because there's so much about how I feel right now that I wish I could keep forever. I left my teenage years behind me but I hope I never have to leave that fever. Because things keep changing, and I'm changing too. It's like leaving an old life, but wanting a souvenir or something to remember it through. I can't stop time and I can't go back, but if I do this right now, maybe I can make all the things that matter last. So here's what I'm thinking: I'm gonna string my shoelaces up, and I'm gonna throw my sneakers high above the power wires, 'cause I'm feeling inspired. They'll be just like you and me, holding hands watching over this town when we're not around. I'm gonna gather up all my friends, and we're gonna sing these songs together, and it doesn't matter if we wake up all my neighbours cause we're just letting everyone know we're here. We're alive.
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