Winters from Psychic Tombs by The Lungs
Tracklist
| 9. | Winters | 3:08 |
Lyrics
Longing for this hell to pass
The shelter I built isn’t meant to last
Walking along this frigid path
I know I’d be ripped in half
Bleeding through memories of past
A treacherous trail, sever the mass
Wading around, dead and last
I finally see through the glass
Winters
Floating in this dark abyss
Come to see I’m remiss
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.