look up the cloudless sky is falling and you can t tell wise up leave while the living s good and soon you will i know it s all too much to bear how many of us are there line up single file in a line that stretches all through town i know i m in denial but if we sing loud then we still make sound size up take it for what it s worth and that s not much sing loud til hearts and hands are empty our lonely crutch
['melodic hardcore', 'orgcore', 'power-pop punk', 'skate punk']