Hardcore and feeling retro

It feels so faux, it feels so hollow

Not better than the first time

but better than the last

We're feeling sentimental

hey, oh, lets go


Mainstream strikes a pose and

Infects the scene

It seems so unclean

Viva mexi-Japa...

to get right back to your ha ha


Words last

like these songs

Lodged in our heads

so long, so long, yeah

So long, so long, so long


Blast off corner new worlds

and say hands off

This is our band

overdrive is slippin'

and so is our grip

We're feeling sentimental

hey, oh, lets go


Save us

We'll come and go like reunion tours stuck in ruins

Islands in the desert we'll sink

But all we have to do is sit and wait

and words last

Like these songs

They're lodged in our heads

so long, so long, yeah

So long, so long, so long