Feckless dispute overthrown,
underneath my sunday
skipping stone.
Wearing down beneath my
hand,
faith is seeded somewhere in
the sand.
And in my recollection I,
have sought after the one
thing I can't try.
But hopelessness it follows
and it trails,
It sees me for the way I
can't prevail.
I have given all I have,
to live and conquer
values I have had.
But I will be put down,
like I know I should.
I know I should.
And inside of open
doors,
the child in me racks
its brain and more.
All the world will phase
me, I look fine.
And this just takes us
back and forth,
its something I'd
encourage if you know.
Aussie trio Burger Chef dish out a hearty helping of noise rock with a side of d-beat: messy, raw, and oh-so satisfying. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2022