This place was my haven, and these people were my friends. I know you've had some good times, but good things do end.
Your liver is swollen. There's blood in your tears. Your body is breathing, but your mind's never here.
I don't always say the things that I should, like "it's hard not to think that only the young die good."
We are all dying, I know, but I refuse to be the last one to go.
Things might get better, but I can't promise you anything except that we won't survive if we just keep running away. But there are bigger things than you and me, so maybe we still have a few debts to pay.
We have got no right to be this unhappy.
We have got no right to keep on living this way.
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017