Dead Ends

by Harker

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Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by Sam Cook @ Magnamile studios 2019.

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released May 17, 2019

c. Harker 2019

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Harker Brighton, UK

Fuzzy punk rock from Brighton // CONTACT: Mark@unfun.co.uk // PRESS: @wallofsoundpr

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Track Name: Dead Ends
My Heart is a weapon,
Forged out with my head in the dirt
It attacks whatever's around me
Caused pain crept in by guilt

Am I ever going to feel the same?
There's a rush to my neck I hear snapping again
Crimson pours out from my eyes
A Head pain I can't recognise

I want to break it all
When you know it doesn't fit
And you walk all over it
Break it all
When the method never works
You just leave it in the dirt

Pair chaos with me in a room
No flight, no lock and key
Speak tongues and rot my skin
Dark thoughts pull black and they pile in

I want to break it all
When you know it doesn't fit
and you walk all over it
Break it all
When the answer can't be found,
you got to burn it to the ground

Dead ends born to ruin,
Dead ends just to breathe,
I cling to disaster underneath this damaged skin

Break it all
Track Name: Flex Yr Head
I circled hell to find it,
The tiny fragment skull of afflicted bone
That holds the trait self centred
You'll get yours, me first, wait your turn
Can self worth be measured?
Close up your eyes to the stop your fears
and get bored to tears.

I'm willing to throw it all away
Before landing stuck in an age of decay
It's time to hit reset

You're playing master rhetoric
A garden full of select and depth
One tunnel fit with a view,
So you can null the ones less than you

You got your picket fence,
A simple life with no dissonance,
But no room to flex your head
You pile your hate and boil on it

Burn the house, the kids, the car
Trade in your uniform
The wrapped wire around your neck
It suffocates, got to hit reset

In this century of self,
Segregated traits you can't repent
You have to let it end
Hit reset

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