Holding on
(Tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the bitter truth)
Holding back
(Tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the bitter truth)
Holding on
(Tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the bitter truth)
Holding back
(Tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the bitter truth)
Listen son there’s something on my mind cuts me at every turn
I need you to know
Every step I take will lessen any chance of my return
Won’t be long before I go
No turning back from the promise that we made
No second chance
No looking back on this endless road we’ve made
No second glance
Take my hand son look into my eyes you need to understand
I may not return
Behind the vail of your brave face, reflected in your anxious eyes
My bitter lesson learned
No turning back from the promise that we made
No second chance
No looking back on this endless road we’ve made
No second glance
They cast the line we took the bait we are the nation's loyal sons
We swallowed hard we stepped up only to be fodder for the guns
Straying from the path of reason led us down the road to war
How many children must she lose before a nation cries “no more”
No turning back from the promise that we made
No second chance
No looking back on this endless road we’ve made
No second glance
Twitchy, effects-heavy post-punk grooves give way to psychedelic surf-rock delirium on the Toronto quartet's dreamy-yet-doomy second LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024