|Guitar, Vocals:||Tom May|
|Guitar, Vocals, Glockenspiel:||Greg Barnett|
Well the silence hasn’t been broken as we reach the point of utter disgust, as the weeks drag on, the lies unfold, the alcohol loses its touch, and I once held your words so close to my heart with a knife protecting all of them, but now we made our beds in a deep dense forest where sound won’t ever take the blame. As I dig my hands through the cold dark dirt in a search for whats now lost forever, with one last great hope of a messiah I check the time and admit to the surrender terms, remember the days when I had a conscience, yeah me neither, I’m warning you. That I can’t seem to tell if it’s my head of the earth that’s spinning around.
Philadelphia-based punk band The Menzingers' sixth studio record Hello Exile is available now via Epitaph.
The album arrives as the follow-up to the band’s ...