Oh Sweetheart, the drugs we've made
To cure whatever ails you
I see what's in the ocean
Our children and trash do decay
I keep my feet on the shoreline
So I don't float away
We throw it into ocean, Our children and trash do decay
We are a poison well, spreading like a plague
So I keep my feet on the shoreline, so I don't float away
See the sand never felt so nice, all over my mind
I keep my feet on the shoreline - but it's not your fault.
I keep my feet on the shore line (It's nothing but a poison well)
Poison Well, taking us straight to hell.
Whatever ails you.
So, I keep my feet on the shoreline, so I don't float away
See the sand never felt so nice, all over my body
So we live how they want us to live
And we breathe how they want us to breathe
But it's not your fault.
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022