follow me I'll show you what i see some say were waste of space but i think we've found our place they're so concerned about the way we live struggle to make a buck they point the finger at us a lot has changed today there is no shame whose gonna speak the truth as television lies to you and those of us who knows whats going on hear you generalize we try to rationalize dont fucking criticize us cause when the lights are low in your head that's when we'll shine on you and when you believe things cant get worse that when we'll see you through but we wont be there to use you burned your proof if you cant speak easy than your going to fall right through remember me when nobody hears you scream they'll look you in the eye but wont care if you die cause were living in such a fucking mess we trash the ones we and say (fuck all the rest) it's gonna make you sick cause when the lights are low in your head that's when we'll shine on you and when you believe things cant get worse dont you worry about where your going in the end were going to find out a better way I'll remain in the shadows as you wither in the spotlight i can see the poison in your blood now your exposed and its not a surprise that there is nothing beneath the veil follow me I'll show you what i see follow me follow me we'll find a better way follow me
In a scene increasingly littered with mallpunk junk, California's 1208 is a rock & roll life raft. Pumping out music with an edge and an intensity sorely lacking in the genre these days, this South Bay-reared quartet effortlessly teeters between melody and mayhem on its exhilarating second album, Turn Of The Screw.
1208, formed in 1995 and named for the apartment number the group first shared, plays punk like it's the only thing that matters in the world. Just check the apropos anthem "Next Big Thing," which scoffs at the corporate-merger music world's sinister, 'sign 'em and drop 'em' ways; "Time To Remember," where power pop and punk fuse with ...