Not used to keeping quiet, not used to laying low,
Feel stares from past desires, they fear I'm getting old,
This pace has kept me moving, I've fought back all the noise,
Locked up my darkest demons before they could destroy,
I keep myself contained to a picture and a name,
I let the world see what I want them too,
Reveal a face of cracks and fault lines,
I'll enhance myself another time,
Cover me up, cover me up,
I held my tongue for far too long, kept my whispers trapped behind by gums,
The simple tasks test me most,
The translucent skin, your living ghost,
Reluctancy impounded me, I'll take of myself, this jobs for no one else,
These battles aren't won, there's respite and there's calm,
And there's no white flag waving weak,
Capture all my motions and keep them in a jar,
Give me room to breathe, give me space to be,
Anything I want, anything you need,
If it's alright with you then it's okay with me
A fellow Isle of Wight gravel-voiced heavy drinker currently situated in Southampton. You should check him out cause his records far more punk rock than mine. Max William
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023