Sometimes its hard to talk to me,
living in captivity,
so drugged up I can't be still,
but I know I am the king of hell.
Would you ride me? C'mon, c'mon
I sell my heart to thee, and I am relieved by the suffering in me.
Put your money where your mouth is, and I will rid you of your dream.
Still stuck living where your house is,
we can build a better dream.
Melodic post-grunge that eschews all of the negative connotations of that phrase and embraces all the positives: huge hooks, huge-r riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2023