Burn it down burn it down burn it down.
We're not able to hide from the sound.
How long until we see? nobody's coming for you nobody's coming for me.

Send it. Nobody's coming for you. Nobody's coming for me.

And all these empty promises,
Worn out tongues and well wishes.
How long until we finally see?
They don't want you and me.

Burn it down burn it down burn it down, whore.

Cut off my own hands and run them through my hair. Bury them deep in the ground they can't hurt you there.

You want. We fought. You want we fought. Fuck.


from Dead Tropics​/​Hair Puller Split, released June 23, 2017


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