Tetraphobia from Psychic Tombs by The Lungs
Tracklist
| 7. | Tetraphobia | 2:26 |
Lyrics
Tetraphobia
A contradiction
Tetraphobia
My superstition
Racing
My heart’s racing
Peaceful times don’t exist in my mind
I’m doing time
In my fucking head I can’t escape
These walls of skull
Are keeping me from feeling the tranquil
Calming touch
Of anything that resembles home
Here it is
Here it comes
You’re dead
You had your chance
Credits
from Psychic Tombs,
released October 16, 2020
License
All rights reserved.
THE LUNGS mantra: “make it visceral,” and with their dynamic live shows and series of independently released EPs, this Los Angeles-based punk trio has been doing just that. Driven by the daily hand-to-mouth grind that they endure and fueled by the macro volatilities that sparked the anger of so many Americans, The Lungs express their discontent with a surge of infectious post-hardcore dynamism.