2000trees Announce Final Wave of Bands
I had a dream that I never existed, and woke up with a hand in my chest.
I had a dream that I never existed, and woke up with a hand in my chest.
Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits, hope is all you’ve got.
For the prophet of broken promise.
Created in your design, forsaken to ease your pride.
Load it up, fill the chamber while my head is spinning.
Witness this demeanour, witness your demise.
Unfit to move, naked, and cold.
Fuck your ignorant opinions, maybe you ain’t got a reason to live.