last physical copies of this album we have/will ever produce :) also comes with digital download of the album, which is now only listenable here on bandcamp (not on any streaming).
Includes unlimited streaming of Vol 2: Gay, onstage, and full of rage
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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gay, onstage, and full of rage CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
last physical copies of this album we have/will ever produce :) also comes with digital download of the album, which is now only listenable here on bandcamp (not on any streaming).
Includes unlimited streaming of Vol 2: Gay, onstage, and full of rage
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sold Out
lyrics
You know my name, you know my face
You say you love me too
I didn’t know that me being a girl was that important to you
Am I just one more thing for you to worry about?
Head on the sheet no pillow for me
I like to keep it real, it really makes me feel
Like I’m laying on the ground
Is it the way I dress? You can’t comprehend a boy in a skirt?
I know you don’t believe me, but I'm telling you that I'm so sure
Can we please go just one day without someone calling me she/her?
And if I’m the problem then someone tell me, cuz I always thought that you were
I hate the quiet I like it loud
I get so scared with no one else around
I start to slip, I start to slide
I think she wants me to die
It’s like I’ve never been seen before
and every time I leave my throat is so sore
I wish I never told you
I wish I didn’t care
This disassociation
I think I’m here but I have no idea where
Cartoon Network will always be my favorite for the pure trauma venting, but Music... Music makes me cry every time I listen. I want to say both are my favorite, but Bandcamp sucks ass lol danijayy
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023
continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun