Lately ive lost the feeling,
a sense of hope, a minor tear.
you think that I lack meaning,
Ill just go, Ill leave here.
How can you compare to me
when you've got nothing to confess,
an imaginary lifestyle of picked
out pins and how you dress.
Dont claim all your decisions
cause your decisions seem to blame,
and stop force feeding your footsteps
cause the trail you lead is your name.
Every one thinks there too, good to say,
Hey whats up man? How yah doing today.
Every ones at diner while you're outside with your friends
stop telling messing feeding off the emotions that I lend.
Picture fucked and fragile
Lying next to lying lips as a back round moving artist.
your wannabe it rips.
from Handed Out (Demo),
released September 30, 2016
Steph Fabiani : Drums
Evan cancel : Bass
Gabriel Dacosta : Guitar, vocals
We all pretty much sing at our shows.\