don't leave the light on
i know i'm coming home
but i can't face myself
it's all i've ever known
you're hiding in the cracks
creeping in my mind
you're in the gaps in the floorboards
when i can't sleep at night
when the sun sets, the stars don't come out
this darkness, this spreading doubt
all of my fears on the tip of my tongue
i can't escape this, i can't run
my feet are sinking, my knees are giving out
i can't take this, you can't hear me shout
my body's failing, left out to roam
i'm a broken home
i'm a broken home
sinking into the foundations
i am failing
I think the influence from this record is fairly obvious, but it needs to be stated anyway. Pianos Become The Teeth were the first screamo band I ever listened to, they mean so much to me. old pride
My Iron Lung. Phenomenal band, and a huge inspiration for every aspect of this project. This was one of the first records I obsessed with while my music taste ‘matured’. old pride
What might a band like Indian Summer or Native Nod sound like if they were thrashing around a 21st century basement? It could be something like this. Luke