The things we carry
Souls left unburied
Nothing to guide us
Escape the fire
The city's burning
We're marching towards nothing
Why do we flee?
We can't escape the screams
We died with them
Flesh is burning
Smoked out of the promise land
Why do we run?
Flesh is burning
There is nothing
If you've still got a gas station jacket hanging in your closet, you may love the '90s Olympia punk churn of Soggy Creep. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 10, 2017