Deluge of internal banter
Solitary reprimander
(I cant fuckin stand her)
I cant fuckin understand her
Inflicts to a degree
at which the subject has been put at risk
denying every primordial wish


Set my shit to firedrive
Acceleration upon the event in which I revive
Quarter in the slot
Abandon the outlet i will not
Though There's much more energy to be absorbed from the light of day
My organs I defile and I myself revile
I sense nausea and erupt with burning bile

I can't stand.
I can't stand it and I simply cannot stand
This spine in its fragililty simply can not stand
Without a helping hand

Perpetuating a spinning wheel until i crash
because a break it never had
My crash will be the break i never had  
I'm running lethargic careless and slow
Without a helping hand

Firedrive

dark rock // groove punk // new york born

let's pretend we're hanging out and everything that's on this page is what i start playing in the middle of us trying to watch a movie

"With their melodic hooks, vocal harmonies, and fast and loud energetic performance, the NYC born and raised band brings the crowd together by expressing its discontent with society’s disapproval of the gay, transexual, lesbian and transgender communities. Their set is full of Venus in Furs references and an Elliot Smith sense of self-doubt and .. beckons for the kind of emotional disengagement explored by Belle & Sebastian .. you can hear a kind of spacey dark sound that takes cues from 90s alt rock."

- Gauraa Shekhar, NYSmusic.com

Firedrive

In Deepest Sleep