It is,
becoming,
increasingly obvious,
i can deny it no longer,
i am small,
in the grand scope of,
all things i am unable to comprehend,
just how much it hurts.
I seldom feel at balance with myself,
and it's starting to show between,
my jagged raspy breath,
and the slump in my shoulders.
I am coming to the conclusion,
that i am fragile and selfish,
tired and reckless.
And someday your body will give out from the stress,
it's a moment of weakness,
a second of happiness,
pick yourself up.
On your shoulders you'll carry that burden,
repeat the process, it never lets up,
day after day, month after month,
repeat the process it never lets up,
and you'll ask yourself was it worth it,
repeat the process it never lets up,
don't ask dumb questions, you know that it was
repeat the process, it never lets up.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024