We like the music with the vocals mixed low, we speak of songs as if no one else knows, so unoriginal our m.o. until something better happens, until we find another way, hey your soul has no crossover potential, is that the brain you want to own. In the clubhouse with the door closed, convoluted scene yeah I think I know exactly what you mean, someday I'll find out what this hope's for, find distance between my happiness and this bullsh** dream. So apropos, hey that's our story how it goes, I hope we don't have to spend life on our knees, begging do something with us please your average woe has no punk rock credentials! Your voice is not your own, so you better find you some friends and try to make this feel like home, you better find you some friends or else you're gonna go it alone.