Decompose - Cruel Hand

Destination distortion again

Records from the past coming back

Say hello to old friends

Poking holes in the speakers that our parents bought

Just to get the sounds from the CD box

Turn me on, turn me up eternally

Don’t you ever turn me off

In my mind there’s a place where nothing grows

And I won’t show

When I die I’ll take things that no one knows

We’ll decompose

Put a bullet in everything that brought you joy

Outgrown the tone

Traded in the noise

Listen to a song one million times

Looking for a reason just to stay alive

Distortion that distorted time

Things we’re not supposed to feel again they said

Things that will never fill your head again

Will decompose