Crucifixion from Seaworthy Split by Rumbletramp, Pokin' Holes

There’s nothing I want less than a cold 40 of old english
But if I don’t get some alcohol inside of me I might actually die
The walls behind me with bits of brain and viscerally
Shed my broken shell and leave this awful world behind

I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side

Ways glances up and down and all across the sterile ailes ahead
A false response to danger, an impending sense of dread(fully)
Afraid I don’t belong here and it isn’t just the unforgiving gaze
Of the fluorescent lighting fires in my head

I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side

There’s nothing I want less than to get loaded and embarrass myself
Consciously awakening afraid that I have ruined every
Thing is I’m pavlovially reacting to stimuli
My nervous system fried, relentless puppeting my meat

I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side

I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side

There’s nothing I want less than a cold 40 of old english
But if I don’t get some alcohol inside of me I might actually die

• DIY
• Folk
• Punk
• folk punk
• Durham