Now that I’ve tasted all your violence
It’s a bitter give and take
Now that I’ve tasted every weakness
And every symptom...
And now i’m taking in the silence
Of borrowed hours, blood and bone
With my self righteousness collapsing
I’m starting fires with rusty coals
Am I taking it for granted?
Are you nervous?
Are you wet from finding solace in the panic?
From reacting?
If I could find a voice of reason
Here and now
To call it quits or call it treason
Call it self hate
Well you can relay
That i’m choking on the quiet
The look on your face
While choking on the silence
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020