Story Behind The Song

Our anger and frustration may seem distant, reserved and whispered, but they are there. Discontent and bitterness are fueled to the breaking point. Self-control hangs on a thread. The calm before the storm.

Song Description

""Break Every Room" is a realm where robust beats cascade and somersault, mirroring contemplations, dreamscapes, and confessions. The syncopated, austere tones of the guitars play a tense duet with a wandering, fraught string arrangement as they echo whispered realities; the zeitgeist of our era. The song weaves a tale of contradiction, a narrative of desperation and an insatiable hunger for more. It's a stance of defiance--hands on hips, the shattering of every room, and a growing hunger with each passing day. The atmospheric resonance of Princess Ugly, carved out by their artful use of minor chords and otherworldly synth pads, kindles echoes of Boy Harsher's haunting tones. Intermingled within this sonic landscape are foreboding growls, adding an ominous undertone that recalls the dark intensity of Skinny Puppy. Their unique blend of sounds merges these distinct influences, resulting in a riveting nostalgic evocation and innovative progression." - Post-Punk.com

Lyrics

Break Every Room

I'm sensitive by degrees
I'm taken over by pride
Break every room just to find time
We all have lies
We all have the tell
I'm sensitive to these things

I need to find more
I need to find more
I need to eat these things
The help we travel for
I need to find more
I need to find more
I need to eat these things
The help we travel for

I'll fit the next part in pain
Consider this part just walking in the rain
Undressed behind my teeth
A shame to protect what's mine
Strength is at my feet
In names to protect the mind

Hands on hips, hands on hips
Don't you dare to see the time
Hands on hips, hands on hips
Don't you dare to see the time

I need to find more
I need to find more
I need to eat these things
The help we travel for

I'm difficult by degrees
I pay in kind with my teeth
Break every name that I've called mine
We all tell lies
We all have to sell

I need to find more
I need to find more
I need to eat these things
The help we travel for
I need to find more
I need to find more
I need to eat these things
The help we travel for

I'll fit the next part in pain
Consider this part just walking in the rain

Hands on hips, hands on hips
Don't you dare to see the time
Hands on hips, hands on hips
Don't you dare to see the time

Undressed behind my teeth
A shame to protect what's mine
Strength is at my feet
In names to protect the mind

I'm difficult with these things
I'm hungrier every day

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Lyfe Concierge Publishing	BEST SONGS ON BROADJAM	6/16/2024