STAFF SPOTLIGHT: Glassjaw – Material Control
Thoughts not worth their salt, gold in the womb
Thoughts not worth their salt, gold in the womb
Just sing a little pop song, and everyone will love you.
This is bloody knuckles and I’ll show you how to play.
You burned all your bridges.
A sure disaster, forever after, with no remedy.
I wouldn’t be who I’d be without ya.
Your shades of blue left me painted violet and indigo.
Tearing my roots from the ground.
If God is watching us, this must be what it wants.