Tourniquet my bleeding words
And find something to hold onto
Lie again for fleeting hurt
Give me unconditioned comfort
Lie to me
Tell me what I want to hear
My soul is buried
Behind a shroud of eighteen years
Breaking bones
Hit the ground to feel what's real
Sting with words
I don't want to hear the truth
Energetic math-rock riffs, gravelly punk vocals, and midwestern emo textures come together in cathartic fashion on the Oregon band's debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2023