Guitar, Vocals: | Tom May |
Guitar, Vocals, Glockenspiel: | Greg Barnett |
Drums: | Joe Godino |
Bass: | Eric Keen |
Well the silence hasn’t been broken as we reach the point of utter disgust, as the weeks drag on, the lies unfold, the alcohol loses its touch, and I once held your words so close to my heart with a knife protecting all of them, but now we made our beds in a deep dense forest where sound won’t ever take the blame. As I dig my hands through the cold dark dirt in a search for whats now lost forever, with one last great hope of a messiah I check the time and admit to the surrender terms, remember the days when I had a conscience, yeah me neither, I’m warning you. That I can’t seem to tell if it’s my head of the earth that’s spinning around.
At this point, the Menzingers are an absolute institution. The Philadelphia punk legends’ multi-decade reputation as road warriors with an unbeatable catalog is cemented as …