The sun went down, but it's still pretty bright out for now. Light pollution take me home to my grandmothers house, but it's the last place I wanna be. Somewhere I know everybody loves me.
A door frozen shut. A whole world buried in cigarette butts. Death, I know you're somewhere in these walls. Death, I know how much you want me now. Well you can have me.
It gets so cold down here in the dark. There have been so many fires I wished that I could start, but I'm frozen over. I'm all frozen over. These photographs my mother took sit beside my old notebooks. Pictures no one else could really get. Now this room feels like a movie set. Death, I can see you in these walls. Your voice lights up the skies over this town. You can have me.
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