Endings (cover^3 of Yolkhead)
A raw, emotional, indie punk track with lo-fi grit and unhinged energy, Pair fuzzy guitars and punchy drums with a bright toy piano that adds an off-kilter charm, The vocal should be uniquely unpolished—cracking, strained, and fully committed—swinging between weary reflection and explosive outburst, capturing a messy, bittersweet mix of joy, anxiety, and catharsis
V4.5+
before he passes on he says (we are not here anymore) to even feel when the land wasn't shattered oh my head still hurts to even think about it and he clutches it up the alleyway, away (away) when the omen has spoken I lift up in the dawn forever, ever ever every sifting sand I sift up into heart for never am I here too long to place it in mind, away (too long) to place it in mind, away (away) (we are not here anymore) (we are not here anymore) (we are not here anymore) (we are not here anymore)
