Tight jaw, constant tension.
Pressure and pain running over me.
Flood gates hold the toxins, breakdown the walls, hell, send a quake.
No sleep, conflict, salvation don't come quick.
Knife pains, spine is twisted, crawling through this with cuts and blisters.
Headache, headache.
Eye's stitched open but they're not awake.
The jaws of the vice grip, the teeth of the snake.
Headache.
Your voice is hard and shrill, your face a bitter pill.
Your thoughts are oh so clouded, your facts are always doubted.
Bobble head insanity, you want to censor me.
Your eyes are open but you're never seeing me.
Headache, headache.
Eye's stitched open but they're not awake.
The jaws of the vice grip, the teeth of the snake.
Headache.
Shut down and fuck the system, let me live my life my way.
My temper, how it rages, I ain't got no time to waste.
I'm from the street, Dr Martens on my feet.
I'll hunt you down, I'll haunt you.
I'll cut you up, believe you me.
Headache, headache.
Eye's stitched open but they're not awake.
The jaws of the vice grip, the teeth of the snake.
Headache.
credits
from S/T EP,
released May 16, 2016
Recorded at Crosstown Sound Studios, Melbourne, 2016.
Lyrics and music by Luke Yeoward and 131's
Produced By Luke Yeoward and 131's.
Engineered by Joshua Whitehead.
Mixed by Jason Delphin.
Mastered by Tony "Jack The Bear" Mantz.
Artwork by Andrew Mcleod at Chapel Tattoo
(C) 131's All Rights Reserved (P) Sony ATV Music Publishing.
Luke left Australia for the US in mid 2016 with no songs written and a 4 week window to get an album done.
What he came up with is an amazing mix of rock, punk, reggae and Americana. Kirby and Jodee