Our Last Night is an illustrious American post-hardcore band that came to life in 2004. Though the group hails from the small town of Hollis, New Hampshire, their impact on the music scene has been anything but small. Conceived by the brothers Trevor and Matthew Wentworth, along with friends Alex "Woody" Woodrow and Tim Molloy, the band quickly made waves with their unique blend of aggressive instrumentals and melodic harmonies.
Initially, the road was a challenging one. Starting off with local gigs and self-released EPs, the band worked tirelessly to carve out a niche for themselves. Their early work—marked by raw emotion and unpolished talent—eventually caught the attention of Epitaph Records, a label known for its roster of edgy, genre-defining bands. Signing with Epitaph in 2007 was a pivotal moment for the group.
Their first major release, "The Ghosts Among Us" in 2008, showcased their ability to combine hardcore aggression with intricate melodies. Songs like "Escape" and "Recovery" resonated deeply with fans and critics alike, solidifying their place in the competitive post-hardcore genre. This album laid the foundation for the band's evolving sound.
As with any artist, evolution is inevitable. The band’s subsequent albums, "We Will All Evolve" (2010) and "Age of Ignorance" (2012), marked a shift towards more melodic elements while staying true to their hardcore roots. The aggressive riffs were still there, but now
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We wake up in a bed of sin
And stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky
Like it's our way to fly
We're chasing a reason to exist
But can't seem to escape the loneliness
Running in circles around happiness
With houses made of gold
Controlled by what we own
We follow what we're told
Fit right into the mold
Is this what we need to breathe
Or are we just feeding our disease
We lost sight of what we can't touch
We lost it all but can't remember how to love
I'm open with an empty heart
And we shall grieve until we start
We wonder why we feel empty inside
Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy
A lonely world with a bad design
You waste your time on an endless climb
With houses made of gold
Controlled by what we own
We follow what we're told
Fit right into the mold
Is this what we need to breathe
Or are we just feeding our disease
Prisoners of a hopeless war
Fighting with a double edged sword
We could be free
If we stop feeding our disease
We stand on top of the world
But still there's hollow ground
We stand on top of the world
When all is wrong
We stand at the top of the world, alone
With houses made of gold
Controlled by what we own
We follow what we're told
Fit right into the mold
Is this what we need to breathe
Or are we just feeding our disease
Prisoners of a hopeless war
Fighting with a double edged sword
We could be free
If we stop feeding our disease