Under A Funeral Moon




I often think about what could have been
Those little things I've wasted
Too many for too long
As I keep counting down
Each and every year's slowly passing me by
I feel more lost than found right among this brainless crowd

I didn't have the time
To find what's really mine and what depends on me not you
Don't wanna wait in line
When I feel so fuckin' down I can't escape their point of view

I can't get through
I didn't have the time
I'm torn in two
Until I touch the ground again
I don't know where I belong

I never think about
What could have been
Those little things I've wasted
That put me on my way
I often think about
What should have been
It wakes me up at night

If there was a light in the morning
Maybe someday it could mean something more
Sleep is a chain I deal with
Troubles I have are not meant to be wrong

Silence is all that's left to me


from Sure. Fine. Whatever., released October 24, 2014



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HIGHTOWER Paris, France

Formed in 2013 in Paris, France, Hightower draws inspiration from the early days of classic Punk Rock beats and powerful Hardcore lyrics, combining fast and aggressive music with sincere and meaningful vocals.

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