I’ve come, Undone.
Too late, It’s gone.
I know, I’m dumb.
Go on, have fun.
Please me, kill me.
Waste me, pollute me.
Swallowed my tongue,
I’m scared of, everyone.

The alarm beats my brains in,
Sound as sharp as gelatin,
I will wish me the best,
I expect nothing less.

Concealing, the sadness,
Restricting the madness,
It scrapes and it stabs,
It’s picking at the scabs.
Love it, or hate it,
Destroy or save it,
I’ve come, undone,
And I know, I’m dumb.

The alarm beats my brains in,
Sound as sharp as gelatin,
I will wish me the best,
I expect nothing-

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Hailing from Portland, Oregon, The Living Skins dive deep into the heart of the DIY music scene, fusing punk and hardcore into a relentless sonic assault. Fronted by the eclectic Sam Weaver on guitar, Logan Candelaria on drums, and the newest addition, Sean Dawson, on bass, this power trio commands attention.
Their signature? A nod to traditional horror tropes, with lyrics delving into vampires, zombies, and the shapes that shift in the dark. Their live shows are a barely controlled chaos, an energetic explosion that spans from Bellingham, Washington, to San Francisco, California. Described as LOUD, The Living Skins' performances are a visceral experience that captivates and electrifies.
In the true spirit of DIY, The Living Skins have carved their path from local fixtures to regional icons. Their journey embodies independence and self-expression, leaving an indelible mark on the Pacific Northwest's alternative music scene. As they continue to evolve, The Living Skins remain an unstoppable force, delivering their unmistakable sound with a commitment to chaos, energy, and the eerie narratives of classic horror.