You'll never escape, you can run a mile
Your truth will catch up on you and break your pointless denial
We'll never be dragged down, we'll keep the positive view
You'll never take control of the Speak Up crew.
Sort out your issues on your own time, have a word with your fucking self.
Because nobody will miss you on the day you die, just another for the shelf
I'm sick to death of thinking about you, i wish my mind would wander but it's stuck like glue
I've said it before, but now it's true.
The final nail in the coffin, now i'm done with you,
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024