Maybe you talk too much. Maybe you're just a cop out. I can't speak again and can't keep myself from sinking. Times change this way to make me nervous and make me weak. It makes me sick. You make me weak. You make me sick and now I stryggle. Long until I'm gone, but you will remember me. Maybe I talk too much, maybe I'm just a burn out.
I was at this band's first show and IIRC they played this whole demo and handed out copies. Was as visceral then as it is now. Still one of the best sets I've ever seen. Our Ghosts