1. |
Broken Down
01:51
|
|
||
|
When I'm dead, no one will cherish what I held when I was young. Thrown away and cast out, these things won't become a poor man's wealth. But if you think you can take this away, you don't know my faith.
Blaimed myself for far too long for a death that's not my fault. It's not my fault.
Broken down.
Blackbird singing in this dead, old night. These broken wings will never fly. All my life I've been taken for granted, taken advantage. I'm so done with you.
My mind's made up. I'm done with you.
To those who twist my arm and question my grip, this is the last time you'll be on my mind.
|
||||
2. |
Stonewall
02:27
|
|
||
|
You don't deserve to live but neither do I. Better off a ghost in this messed up life. I feel trapped here, no longer a man who keeps to his ways.
Hate shadows my eye.
Bullet to my head seems better off than to waste her time. Here I am, no finished goals. Wasted life. Barely a man.
Here I am, no finished goals. Can't keep this up. Full of spite.
Even with a gun to my head, it's not too late.
Knuckles bleeding from holding on far too long. Gauge my eyes so I can't see your face. Cut up throat from consuming your disgrace. Put your mouth to the curb, see if I hesitate.
Cease to broken, you'll never break me or else. Cut my tongue out from my throat, I won't break.
|
||||
3. |
Taken For Granted
01:20
|
|
||
4. |
Constance
01:08
|
|
||
|
I constantly change from having hope in the world to looking back on my life with regret.
This is my life. I'll keep living it the way I see fit.
How can I change? I must stay constant. I will keep my eyes to sky; this is my promise.
|
||||
5. |
Fix Me (Black Flag)
00:57
|
|
||
|
Someday I'll feel no pain.
Someday I won't have a brain.
They'll take away the part that hurts and let the rest remain.
Fix me, fix my head.
Fix me please, I don't wanna be dead.
Someday we'll all be rich.
Someday I won't listen to you bleh.
I'll turn up the volume.
And you can hear all the crap we play just for you.
Fix me, fix my head.
Fix me please, I don't wanna be dead.
Someday I'll feel no pain.
Someday I won't have a brain.
They'll take away the part that hurts and let the rest remain.
Fix me, fix my head.
Fix me please, I don't wanna be dead.
Just fix it.
|
||||
The Kids We Used To Be
Friends come and friends go, but a true friend sticks by you like family. - Proverbs 18:24
The Kids We Used To Be recommends:
Catharsis EP
by The Longest Mile
Good friends, good music.
go to albumIf you like The Kids We Used To Be, you may also like:
Sinister Feeling
by Sinister Feeling
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 29, 2024
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 20, 2023
go to album
Crashing female-fronted hardcore perfect for afternoon slump revival.
go to album
This Is All We Ever Get
by SPACED
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet.
go to album
Chaotic metalcore invoking early 2000s bands like Converge and Curl Up and Die.
go to album
