I'm seeing faces in the crowd, I'm seeing tracks in the snow
and I'm wondering why
I've become, I've become a shell. I once stood,
but now I lie.
and my family's so worried, my family's so scared
as I thumb at the pills
I'll be just fine, I'll be ok
and I wonder if they know
the van was there again this morning, fresh tracks on a white road, fresh tracks on the street
glow of embers, finger prints in the frost.
he's been watching me.
the smell of cigarettes over my shoulder, looking over your shoulder,
he's looking at me
I'll be just fine, I'll be ok
and I wonder if they know
each breath is becoming increasingly difficult to take
over and over and over….
remember me as I was
and I wonder if they know
each breath is becoming increasingly difficult to take
over and over and over….
Forgive me because I cannot forgive myself
and I wonder if they know
~For weeks on end I would wake up every morning and there would be a white van parked outside my house. Being the paranoid nerd that I am, I googled "White Van Outside My House". I didn't find any solutions to the problem, but I did find the story of Iris Chang. Interesting and heartbreaking.
I came across this browsing through the feed and am super impressed. This takes me back to good hardcore and forward to new to me good stuff. This album is a lot of fun. VUKARI
A pop-punk compilation benefitting the beloved Club 85 venue in Hertfordshire, UK, featuring contributions from 32 bands. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2020