Listening to Leatherface reminds me of watching the movie Bronson. This song in particular, Sound Bites, makes me want to drive fast, windows open and singing along.
This is the guilt end of the wedge, an average grey story
Of the revolutionary who was boring too.
This is the spilt milk stain of a wretch, an average cold walk home.
Avoiding the sunspots, soundbites like snowstorms.
