an earlier version of the song on our new CD EP
High energy punk rock hardcore music biko house roll
The threads are an abrasive high energy punk rock band.
Lyrics
it was the teenage revenge of a ballad of propositions, prepare the vaccination, a castrated castration, we honed our sights six stars from validity on a perfect parasitic waste and no one cares… two years had crumbled and came crashing down on us to scarred and shattered shoulders, it was the worst day of my existence
clenched teeth over three hundred miles of phone lines, pains mistakes were made and remade and remade, clenched teeth over three hundred miles of phone line pain, mistakes were made, a tissue won’t dry this outpour
death grip clasps, and we’re doomed to repeat ourselves over and over and over, a tissue won’t dry this outpour, it won’t dry these tears, so the noose slips around my neck into a perfect grip of suffocation, and jenn I need you still, and I always will
