ever consider from boiling water the residue a sea full of people but after the action who s left with you they re standing on others you re standing on hope to see you thru the atmosphere s wanning they stand on your toes they breathe with you with virgin eye and heart of cold and mind of child i swear it s not the way i thought it would be and of the others fools in a glass house throwing stones delusions of lacking unless one can top it leave it alone a no alee dream place where waves in my blood crash violent tone and after all effort the pain and the rain claim you their own with virgin eye and heart of cold and mind of child i swear it s not the way i thought it would be
['chicago hardcore', 'chicago punk', 'post-hardcore', 'punk']