This is our first attempt at writing a more optimistic song, now carrying more energy than ever.

For the first time, we tracked all the instruments at the studio. 

There's also a sick music video now running on YouTube. Go check it out!

Audio Engineer & Producer Mix & Master: Luc Chiasson
https://lucchiasson.com

Lyrics:

I always thought
It was just obsession
What kept me holding on to you
Turns out
Got caught'
My own vicious venom
I can't control anymore

Life's a mess
We all feel empty
I can't compete
(with) my thoughts lately
I'm frugal
Don't wanna spend my time anymore

I long
To feel better then
I'll drink, I'll sleep, I'll try to wake again
I want to believe
Tomorrow will be better

It goes on
Every second gets harder to predict
On and off
Just hope a new sun will rise again

Broke the leg
Can't walk straight
Got fucked again
A flawless round
She didn't miss
I moved on, yet still feel like a mess
It wasn't her, I swear
I'm pulling my own strings
I moved on, yet I still feel like dipshit
It wasn't her, I swear
I'm lifting my own weight

It comes in waves
A feeling of failure
It dives in, head first
Another dead morning
Packed with regret
An old curse
Patterns over analyzed
The pieces together
Didn't help at all

I long
To feel better then
I'll drink, I'll sleep, I'll try to wake again
I want to believe
Tomorrow will be better
One day
We'll find our peace again
Til' then let's try to wake again
I want to believe
Tomorrow will be better

It goes on
Every second gets harder to predict
On and Off
Just hope a new sun will rise again

Tomorrow Will Be Better

Official audio for 'YR DEAD' by Lahore Wept

3rd single from the upcoming project. 

Performed by Lahore Wept
Produced by Jesse Turnbull & Lahore Wept
Mixed by Lahore Wept
Mastered by Ivan Jackman
Cover Art by Sina Dolati

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Lahore Wept - YR DEAD

Intense, visceral, and abrasive, Lahore Wept crafts a bridge between tradition and the relentless pulse of modernity, echoing the deep cultural and emotional dissonances of the Punjabi diaspora. The name itself—a nod to his South Asian roots—sets the stage for a sonic landscape where late 70s punk, noise, and hip-hop converge in a cacophony of conflict, love, and disillusionment. 

His music, charged with distorted guitars and screeching feedback, carries narratives of betrayal and resilience, weaving traditional Punjabi elements into its fabric. 

This synthesis invites listeners to navigate the complexities of identity and heritage while still reveling in raw, unapologetic fun.

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