"Stranger" is the first single of off Griffin Benton's first album, releasing April 9th.

Stranger

Houdini

Sweet Oblivion

Written and produced by Griffin Benton
Guitars, vocals, bass, and synth by Griffin Benton 
Drums by Ben Heck
Tracked by Ryan Sierakowksi and Erik maluchnick
Mixed and edited by Math Bishop
Mastered by Ian Sefchick 
Recorded at The Tempermill in Detroit, MI, and The Record Co in Boston, MA



Lyrics

Bloody hands
I'm just a family man
I cut the grass, take out the trash, and drive a minivan
They spew out bullshit fiction
Make it all seem so malicious
But I promise you it's in your head
Go tuck those worries into bed

For the low low price of
Everyone you love

Chemical thrill
The heaven you've imagined
In an easy-swallow pill
I don't want to kill you
But if you don't cooperate
No I won't fucking hesitate

Chalk outlines
Will surround those who find
The sentence just cannot be endured
And in turn, let their minds be explored
Keep it up with that talking and
It'll be your mother's coffin you're browsing for
What makes you sure that home of yours is so secure?

For the low low price of
Everyone you love

Chemical thrill
The heaven you've imagined
In an easy-swallow pill
I don't want to kill you
But if you don't cooperate
No I won't fucking hesitate

You're doomed
You'll be
Swiss cheese
Worm food
Red stains
White coats
Fried brains
Slit throats
Your pleas
Their green
Fuck I love
This country
And they'll swing
By neckties
'Fore they speak
About my

Chemical thrill
The heaven you've imagined
In an easy-swallow pill
I don't want to kill you
But if you don't cooperate
No I won't fucking hesitate

Chemical Thrill

Written and produced by Griffin Benton 
Guitars, bass, synths, and vocals by Griffin Benton 
Drums by Kell Barrett
Engineered by Ryan Sierakowski
Mixed and edited by Math Bishop 
Mastered by Ian Sefchick 
Cover art by Summer Benton

Lyrics:

“WITH EXTRA TONGUE”

She’s quite acrobatic on the mattress
Got a fondness for the night 
Drives me thoroughly into madness
Casually sipping wine 
I’m a certain kind of addict 
But not the needle type 
My desire is running rampant 
And she’s giving me the eyes 
The scarlet boots that meet her thighs will be my beautiful demise 
Never a bark before the bite, never the slightest warning sign 
If she kills me by the morning 
Well at least it won’t be boring 
In dangerous territory 
But the pain’s well worth enduring 
all for the endorphins

  All the drugs 
In this world 
Don’t fuck me up like you girl 
My back is 
Your canvas 
And that body is my new bad habit 

She is to a nun what the moon is to the sun 
Firing your gun and expertly shifting the clutch 
There ain’t no escaping degradation, shame, or lust 
Your heart is her’s for breaking and your soul she’ll surely crush 
She gives apocalyptic kisses
She’s dark as any eclipse  
She’s tattooed under my eyelids
And as her temper turns violent 
She pinches my lips together 
Says I’m in for nasty weather 
Forever clad in leather pursuing reckless endeavors yeah

  All the drugs 
In this world 
Don’t fuck me up like you girl 
My back is 
Your canvas 
And that body is my new bad habit 

Studded leashes
Swallowed keys and 
Sweat-drenched sheets 
Like I need breathing 
I need your touch 
Electric fucks 
Filthy love with 
Extra tongue 

  All the drugs 
In this world 
Don’t fuck me up like you girl 
My back is 
Your canvas 
And that body is my new bad habit

With Extra Tongue

WHEN THE SUN CREEPS IN

When the sun creeps in
And dances on your skin
Will you wake and stay the morning? 
Or will you scurry out
A little less than proud
And keep it some fictitious story?
I’ve got a spare toothbrush if you care to 
Sip on some Bordeaux and head back tomorrow

When the sun creeps in
Is it still a friend
Next to me in bed?
Or are we something more?
Is it so obscure to think love lies ahead?

When the moonlight plays 
On your wasted face
Is it only then you want me? 
Or does the feeling cling?
Like a too-tight ring? 
Does it stick around like toffee?
I’ve got a spare toothbrush if you care to 
Sip on some Bordeaux and head back tomorrow

When the sun creeps in
Is it still a friend
Next to me in bed?
Or are we something more?
Is it so obscure to think love lies ahead?

You can’t keep it locked up for eternity, no 
It’ll eat its way out of you

When the sun creeps in
Is it still a friend
Next to me in bed?
Or are we something more?
Is it so obscure to think love lies ahead?

CREDITS 

WRITTEN AND PRODUCED BY GRIFFIN BENTON 
GUITAR, BASS, AND VOCALS BY GRIFFIN BENTON 
DRUMS BY KELL BARRETT 
ENGINEERED BY RYAN SIERAKOWSKI 
MIXED AND EDITED BY MATH BISHOP 
MASTERED BY IAN SEFCHICK 
RECORDED AT THE RECORD CO IN BOSTON, MA, AND TEMPERMILL IN DETROIT, MI

When The Sun Creeps In

Written by Griffin Benton 
Produced by Griffin Benton 
Guitars, vocals, and bass by Griffin Benton 
Drums by Kell Barrett 
Engineered by Ryan Sierakowksi and Erik Maluchnik
Mixed by Math Bishop 
Mastered by Ian Sefchick

LYRICS 

Day after day, fight after fight 
Technicolor world, I’m black and white
I start to fray it starts to bite
Fall into my arms we’ll be alright 
Standing on a sinking ship with a heart of lead 
I just wanna know what ran around your head

All the pain and suffering that you thought wouldn’t end 
Your mother, father, sister, or your friends
The nights as a loner, weeks in your bed
The hundreds of notes in your room that you penned 
Saying goodbye, now they’re making a mess 
Inches from the edge

White knuckled grip, ya still slip away
One foot on the gas, one on the brakes 
Forgiveness sits inside my brain
Refusing to come outside and play
Yeah, we’re standing on a sinking ship with a heart of lead 
I just wanna know who got inside your head

All the pain and suffering that you thought wouldn’t end 
Your mother, father, sister, or your friends
The nights as a loner, weeks in your bed
The hundreds of notes in your room that you penned 
Saying goodbye, now they’re making a mess 
Inches from the edge

Seconds from the end
The pounding in your chest
The things I wish I said
Tell me what went through your head?

All the pain and suffering that you thought wouldn’t end 
Your mother, father, sister, or your friends
The nights as a loner, weeks in your bed
The hundreds of notes in your room that you penned 
Saying goodbye, now they’re making a mess 
Inches from the edge

Inches From The Edge

MAJOR ROTATION

Honey whiskey lips
I never felt like this
Heavy in your arms
In the backseat of your car 
Everything stagnant starts to flow 
When you fill me with Tito’s 
Your self control is comatose 
And loyalty is without a pulse
eyes that paralyze

Your inhibitions had taken
A little vacation
And you let the truth out that night
And it plays on major rotation 
On some radio station 
24/7 in my mind

With every whisper of my name
It’s easier to misbehave
And impossible to contain
The dirty thoughts that plague my brain 
Goosebumps cover every inch
Of my skin and with a pinch 
Manage to kill my wondering
If its a dream I’m living in 
Scratch that itch

Your inhibitions had taken
A little vacation
And you let the truth out that night
And it plays on major rotation 
On some radio station 
24/7 in my mind

Acting like there’s no consequences
No fences to jump
We’re reckless
Endlessly thinking of
The red dress that you wore 
And how it wound up on the floor 
And the locking of the door 
And the ecstasy of your
Nails across my back
we ain’t sticking to the plan 
But what the fucks the fun in that
Leave me barely still in tact
Leave me unable to stand
Leave your boyfriend fucking mad 
Fucking on the baby grand

Your inhibitions had taken
A little vacation
And you let the truth out that night
And it plays on major rotation 
On some radio station 
24/7 in my mind

Written and produced by Griffin Benton 
Guitar, vocals, bass, and synth by Griffin Benton
Drums by Kell Barrett 
Engineered by Ryan Sierakowski 
Mixed by Math Bishop
Mastered by Ian Sefchick

Major Rotation

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End Of Suffering By Griffin Benton 



Written by Griffin Benton 
Produced by Griffin Benton 
Engineered by Ryan Sierakowski
Guitar, bass, vocals, and synth by Griffin Benton 
Drums by Kellan Barrett 
Edited by Ryan Sierakowski and Math Bishop
Mixed by Math Bishop
Mastered by Ian Sefchick 
Art by Summer Benton

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