1. |
||||
|
Lying here, feeling irrelevant
Iām homesick, stuck in my head again
Binging self-destruction
Has become all the rage
Show me everything I hate
Digestible misery on a plate
How long will it be until I break?
Weāre all death tapes
Weāre stuck in rewind
From cradle to the grave
Itās all a lie
Cut me loose
Letās call a truce
Delete me as a victim
Embedded deep in our nervous systems
Working my fingers to the bone
Iām doomscrolling again
The whole worlds in my palm
But Iāve never felt so alone
Enslaved and chained
Repetitive strain
No matter how much you swipe
The stain still remains
Binging self-destruction
Has become all the rage
Trapped, behind the glass
Tapped out
By the algorithms
Serving up fear
You perform in caves
Seeking comfort
From the waves
Of your own self-perpetuating misery
By the algorithms
Serving up fear
Push notifications
Pushing me over the edge
Will I still vibrate
When Iām fucking dead?
Weāre all death tapes
Weāre stuck in rewind
From cradle to the grave
Itās all a lie
Push notifications
Pushing me over the edge
Will I still vibrate
When Iām fucking dead?
|
||||
2. |
Pity Party
03:43
|
|||
|
Yeah! RSVP!
Pity Party
But Iām not invited
To the war going on in your head
As Iāve been discarded
Always the victim
Main character syndrome
As Iām a background extra
In my own fucking home
How can you always be the victim?
Main character syndrome
Disingenuous of the audacity
Lacking any form of periphery
Disposed of any sentiment
You slaughtered empathy
Oh please validate me! Come praise me!
Woe is you
You havenāt a fucking clue
Thereās a world
Going on around you
And guess what? It doesnāt revolve around you
It doesnāt revolve around you
Pity Party
But Iām not invited
To the war going on in your head
As Iāve been discarded
Pity Party
But Iām not invited
So fuck your fucked up goodybag
Self-absorbed and full of hate
Shot yourself in the foot
Using me as your crutch
Decrying your fall
As Iām kicked to the floor
You painted me black and blue
But claimed a bruised ego
Your moral compass has gone south
But youāre always the victim
Main character syndrome
Woe is you
You havenāt a fucking clue
Thereās a world
Going on around you
And guess what? It doesnāt revolve around you
It doesnāt revolve around you
It doesnāt revolve around you
Pity Party
But Iām not invited
To the war going on in your head
As Iāve been discarded
Pity Party
But Iām not invited
To the war going on in your head
As Iāve been discarded
Pity Party
But Iām not invited
To the war going on in your head
As Iāve been discarded
You abandoned your sense
You abandoned your reality
You abandoned me
You abandoned your family
|
||||
3. |
Catholic Guilt
03:15
|
|||
|
What is life but death pending
What is life but death pending
Thereās nothing else, stop pretending
Memento Mori
Nothing but a fantasy story
Ashes to ashes (dust to dust)
All of this is meaningless
This is a hymn for those who were made to believe
That their existence is a sin
As their very fibres in which they're built
Crumble at the seams with Catholic guilt
Iāve served my purpose
Now Iām alone and worthless
So throw me into the void
Thereās nothing left to destroy
All of this is meaningless
Memento Mori
Nothing but a fantasy story
Ashes to ashes (dust to dust)
All of this is meaningless
Iām not a martyr but for starters
I shouldn't feel ashamed to be alive
No amount of confession
Will cover up the abuse
For those thinly veiled morals
Are held up by a noose
I can't look past the silence
In my head it sounds like violence
Practice what you preach
Or stop peddling your made up beliefs
Iāve served my purpose
Now Iām alone and worthless
So throw me into the void
Thereās nothing left to destroy
All of this is meaningless
Accept the incomprehensible
Thereās no meaning to this chaos
It's the infectious
Vacuous
And idealistic
Belief
That we're better off
In a vacuum
Of ritualistic
Extremes
What is life but death pending
Thereās nothing else, stop pretending
|
||||
4. |
Scatter The Fragments
01:22
|
|||
|
What is life but death pending
What is life but death pending
Thereās nothing else, stop pretending
Memento Mori
Nothing but a fantasy story
Ashes to ashes (dust to dust)
All of this is meaningless
This is a hymn for those who were made to believe
That their existence is a sin
As their very fibres in which they're built
Crumble at the seams with Catholic guilt
Iāve served my purpose
Now Iām alone and worthless
So throw me into the void
Thereās nothing left to destroy
All of this is meaningless
Memento Mori
Nothing but a fantasy story
Ashes to ashes (dust to dust)
All of this is meaningless
Iām not a martyr but for starters
I shouldn't feel ashamed to be alive
No amount of confession
Will cover up the abuse
For those thinly veiled morals
Are held up by a noose
I can't look past the silence
In my head it sounds like violence
Practice what you preach
Or stop peddling your made up beliefs
Iāve served my purpose
Now Iām alone and worthless
So throw me into the void
Thereās nothing left to destroy
All of this is meaningless
Accept the incomprehensible
Thereās no meaning to this chaos
It's the infectious
Vacuous
And idealistic
Belief
That we're better off
In a vacuum
Of ritualistic
Extremes
What is life but death pending
Thereās nothing else, stop pretending
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
I've been mourning the night
As you torched up my life
You set fire to the nest, until thereās nothing left
Fucking scolded by the last light
I entered the ring with a mirror
Hoping for more than seven years bad luck
Stuck sparring with my demons
Hating how my reflection fought back
I was down
But Iām not out
I was down
But Iām not out
Break the frame
Escape the cycle
Embrace the change
This is survival
Love is temporary
And so are we
But I always existed
Youāll never erase me
Love is temporary
And so are we
But I always existed
Youāll never erase me
Youāll never erase me
I refuse to lose
Any more time to grief
You were my procrastination
But now I'm released
Iād lost my purpose
Spending my life
Feeling exhausted
And in the throes of anguish
I disposed and vanquished
My sense of balance
Break the frame
Escape the cycle
Embrace the change
This is survival
You tore me apart from atom to atom
Scribbled out my face
As if it were an illogical pattern
Seduced by clichƩs
Bet on the wrong horse
Flogging a skeleton
With no remorse
I walked as fractured
But I will no longer look backwards
And I will be whole
Love is temporary
And so are we
But I always existed
Youāll never erase me
Love is temporary
And so are we
But I always existed
Youāll never erase me
To just exist is not enough
When enough of our existence
Is not just
Love is temporary
And so are we
But I always existed
Youāll never erase me
Love is temporary
And so are we
But I always existed
Youāll never erase me
Youāll never erase me
No erasure
I am forever
No erasure
I am forever
I am forever
I am forever
I am forever
|
||||
Broken Lungs Birmingham, UK
Loud, fast noise from Birmingham, UK.
š³ššš š°š š»šššššššš šØšš
šŗš šØšš š¾š - out 01/03/24
If you like Broken Lungs, you may also like:
supported by 4 fans who also own āLove Is Temporary And So Are Weā
Heavy sludge like mud in your brain like pounding your skull with rocks. But also as huge as the earth, even bigger than that.
go to album
Halo Castration Institute
by Intercourse
supported by 4 fans who also own āLove Is Temporary And So Are Weā
Another spectacular release. I didn't realize how much I needed them in my collection until I first heard Intercourse.
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own āLove Is Temporary And So Are Weā
This is so goddamn dirty...its crusty. Its definitely not crust punk so i dont know why i get intense crust punk vibes from them. Its got that energy and spirit in a good way tho..angry and chaotic and i look forward to their full length with TDW
go to album
A mix of metalcore and early hardcore with feminist themes from Kyiv's Death Pill.
go to album
A proper pummeling from the LA hardcore band, which features members of Yamachara, Forced Order, Godās Hate, Disgrace, and more.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 18, 2023
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own āLove Is Temporary And So Are Weā
Banger after banger from Intercourse, like normal.
go to album
