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Smash It Out

from Cosplay by Poor Me

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He spoke it softly: “You just say the phrase, as if you’ve had enough, and all the nerve to say so.”
She begged him often, but dad weighed in strength. I am a mother’s son, but apples fall around you.

Psychotic to some for the havoc he brought when he had lost control.
His anger is bound to the fear of a man who needed whiskey to cope.

But he’ll smash it.
Can’t even giants defy their design?
Can’t even giants deny?
Deny your design.
His faith is a brick away; cast it or be laid.
His dad banked on fist and fate, a slave to DNA.
If you can smash yourself, you’re bound to smash it out.

Dad took her life with violence when he was just a boy. It’s not his fault, but it’s his penchant.
He whispered softly: “It’s okay to stray. I am a father’s son, but I’m not just a shadow.

Psychotic to some for the havoc he brought when he had lost control.
His anger is bound to the fear of a man who needed whiskey to cope.

But he’ll smash it.
Can’t even giants defy their design?
His faith is a brick away; cast it or be laid.
His dad banked on fist and fate, a slave to DNA.
If you can smash yourself, you’re bound to smash it out.

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from Cosplay, released December 15, 2015

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Poor Me Denver, Colorado

Formed in 2010, Denver, CO’s Poor Me has always been a passion project; an alchemical merging of charged aggression and killer songwriting. Catharsis comes and goes in a mass of sweating bodies, fists raised to the stage. This is skate punk dragged into the now—where fast drums, muscular riffs, and razor-wire lyrics unite to document a world more fucked than ever. ... more

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