All my friends are dead
At least you’d think it to hear em talk
Or tweet, whatever
And I’ve grown tired of bed
Despite all these pills I bought
I don’t sleep never
I know that without a purpose
You feel like you’re worthless
But you’re not alone
And yeah the gods may have cursed us
living as surplus
It hurts us I know
If we are we are
A dead end
I got the backs of all my friends
We many splintered things
A legion of clipped wings
As one foregone conclusion
I’m under no illusion
I see you clearly
We are not nearly
Let’s take to the streets
Having sharpened all our teeth
To cut through ties and tethers
Apathy’s a drug
Less a pill and more a crutch
And I don’t feel better
I know that there’s little humour
In the ticks and the tumours
That poison our blood
You say you go through the motions
From a lack of devotion
Here’s something to love
If we are we are
A dead end
I’m glad I got here with my friends
So many broken hearts
Well I call that a start
All at the same conclusion
We’re under no illusion
They see me clearly
We are not nearly done
Time to draw a line
In permanent this time
Won’t look away never
When you build your house
On silencing our mouths
I’d watch for tremors
If we are we are a dead end
Shoulder to shoulder with my friends
We many splendoured kings
An army waiting in the wings
Delusion on delusion
Who do you think you’re fooling, no
We see you clearly
We are not nearly done
2/10, See Me 'founder' Sandolo played keys across this record. A whole bunch of names you might know, a whole lot of gross songs sung sweetly. 2/10, See Me
A new track from Pretty Matty finds the band in top form, delivering clean yet crunchy hook-laden power pop with trademark high energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2020