Kids & Knives
Album: Venus EP
By: The Tyrant
By: The Tyrant
Duration
4:02
Genres
Description
A heavy, slow burn of track about the ones that slip through the cracks. Mastodon meets TV on the Radio meets French Kicks. Vocals could be boosted a bit, but I'm happy with this initial cut.
Lyrics
please don't trust us we're writing on your walls if you're worried that it's just us you needn't worry at all they talk so big but their walk is so small they're dreaming big with their backs against the wall so sad, disenchanted these are the children that come at you with knives the sad disenchanted the dross of our television lives bombs, ads, pictures, friends we'll never be home again they talk so big but their walk is so small they're dreaming big with their backs against the wall so sad, disenchanted sometimes you feel like you were born to be bored i don't blame you my insides sometimes feel like fireflies in captivity an aborted nativity and it's a matter of style in the face of no chance at all your compassion is real enough but it clearly costs you something costs you something good you're modern, hip, nervous, and beautiful we fall too fast and feel too late this city is a sunset this city's scene is pulp deluxe i always wanted to make it mine but i just never could give a fuck
