I try to be what you need,
not just some actor rehearsing their lines.
I try to feel but it's empty,
and it's getting worse all the time.
And I'm not so good at pretending
there's not a crack in the hull.
Save yourself first, let me go...
I hear you Mr. Hartley,
all the way from the depths below.
The rhythm of the waves, it commands me to play.
Any choice is forsaken, now that they're washing you away.
Now that they're washing you away.
I try to be what you need,
not just some actor rehearsing their lines.
I try to feel but I'm empty,
and it's getting worse all the time.
But I'm getting good at pretending
there's no such thing as this hell.
I faintly remember the smell,
but I can't hear anything hardly at all
from down in the depths below.
From down in the depths below.
From down in the depths below.
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022