I Don't Wanna Die Anymore

Feelin’.
Like a truck stalled out in a parking lot
Kneelin’.
On a rug soaked through with coffee rot
Hand out.
To the flame that don’t give back no heat
No doubt.
He was someone, once — now just receipts

Oh, Oh, Oh, He's

Breathin’.
Through a shirt that smells like rust and gin
Reelin’.
From a face he saw and swore was him
Freezin’.
But the cold’s been home for half his life
Bleedin’.
From a prayer he tried to carve in spite

The ledger moves. Ain’t written clean.
It curls and curls like gasoline
A name, a date, a sin, a song
You write it down, you read it wrong
Yeah, you write it down, you read it wrong


Sittin’.
By a wall that leaks the neighbor’s light
Spittin’.
Into cups too cracked to fight
Runnin’.
From the mirror and the time it keeps
Stunnin’.
How the past still talks when sleep gets deep

Oh, Oh, Oh, He's

Prayin’.
To a god that looks like gravel roads
Playin’.
Back the last five lies he sold
Foldin’.
Letters that he’ll never send
Holdin’.
Onto voices that outlived their ends

The ledger moves. It don’t forget.
It tattoos debt you ain’t paid yet
A bruise, a birth, a final breath
It writes in rust, it signs in death
Yeah, it writes in rust, it signs in death

“Name. Place. What you did. What you left.”
It don’t ask how you slept.
It don’t ask if you wept.
It just writes. 

The ledger moves. You can’t outrun
What’s written down with blood and sun
No forgiveness, no clean page
Just a man and all his wage
Just a man and all his wage
Just a man and all his rage
Just a man and all his rage

Blood And Sun

'Death to the Lads' from our fourth LP, to be released early 2017 on Pool House Records (Aus), SideOneDummy Records (Nth America), Specialist Subject Records (UK) and Uncle M (Euro)

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