AKA Foxy is:
Connor Boyle (Vox/Guitar)
Dominic Glimco (Vox/Bass)
Jack Mihelich (Drums)

You were hateful towards the answers creating your own cancers fighting to remain coping with methods deemed as pushbacks never gave a second glance to "look the other way" they were always apt to question giving their suggestions to become the same well I'm not going to believe that, ask that why can't rivals look the other way? What's the point in preparing to live when you only end up dying? You set up for the fall then you don't live at all give my regards to the years ahead even if they don't return the favor no guarantees no collaterals all there is to say is I'm living once no fears no cares no breaking points then again I keep looking back on what's ahead of me living for a balance in an age of fallacy no two ends can meet as one this is what it'll have to always be are you gonna believe him? Struggle hard to achieve him? Looking in to the light you will go blind though this isn't all to me, that it is to all around me the proof is in what happened to you because we'll never one one fucking clue it's right it's never right but I can't help thinking it's right at your feet it's wrong but who's there to tell my body that? I can't help thinking no I won't stop thinking stop thinking delete but if it all made sense it'd be so nonsensical I think it's up and I fall there's nothing I can do about it it still moves me I can't live without it how long it's gone on too long but not nearly long enough to go on this deep I can't help can't help it's a pointless situation such a needless situation but oh I need this situation forget repeat all is well that begins middles and ends well all the proceeds of playing for keeps don't end up with you or me here's a truth and trust in all of the ways in which we deceive and how it ends up is we'll both stay on top and give to each others' cause without a single pause to remember what might have been lost in the summers gone all the proceeds of playing for keeps don't end up with you or me they fall into the hands of a marriage between faith and vanity we go on with success through our failures and debts with no compromise of wins and we can't pay them as we find what we've lacked over time we simply just lose track Feels like I’m being castrated stripping away all my masculinity the ever-constant reminder caused by your presence in this vicinity a blast of cool air against my neck causing my hair to rise my skin to bump but what else could I expect things to work as planned I think not standing here and looking at you my mind goes blank on what to do you were my only thoughts my only goal now that you’re gone I’m left alone with nobody to call my own I feel as if the world is crashing in on me I feel like I need more sleep we’re lost and mislead like the child pornographers being controlled by immature pleasures we’ll do whatever it takes to tame that beating in our chest resorting to childlike measure we always want to be part of the action always want to be noticed our constant need for care and attention we live off each other’s love and affection spend too much time listening to your mother and father wanna be friends you called me a martyr now we live in separate worlds, miles apart from each other I want it but at the same time I don't feel too inclined to put myself on the line to receive it no I need it but should it really be seen as a necessity before the most important thing before it no I've had it but it was lost long ago and been written in stone and will it ever come around again now I hope so they talked of it everyday but their nostalgia and bliss only brought happiness for instants for the thing they now dearly miss and I stand in a line receiving scrutiny from someone and I truly believe the scrutinizer himself hasn't even once been dealt but you never thought it would be hard to live without it oh well It's never been the easiest thing for me just to wear my heart on each shirt sleeve but now we dress ourselves with relative ease but the attires all wrong can I blame just myself for what remained all along? What's hidden under our clothes is the fear we conceal to give the sense that we belong taking advice from memories past in present tense can only reinforce regret so you can't forget it skeptic that change could bring slight chance of irrational effects but you know it makes no sense you're still controlled by them basing all your decisions on your past inhibitions under all the impressions don't fear simple complexions don't fear anything at all comfortable with a veil displayed to what others see insecure that you cannot hide your insecurity well maybe I’m just crazy thinking we would work or maybe I’m just stupid it could be either of the sort no matter how hard we try we can’t get it right our story never takes off, never takes flight grounded to the floor is where I’ll lay I fear this for the rest of our days I might as well stop now well maybe I’m just sorry you won’t listen to me or maybe I’m just happy that you can finally see the way you spend your life is killing you it's going right back where you started you’ve come to far to let it end now I’ve felt this way since we last parted it was hard not to cry when I saw you cry I stopped my tears from coming loose but in the end there’s just no use I sit here trembling drowning in pools of my own pride sulking and shivering remembering our final goodbye I wish I could take you away from him replace his face with mine fall asleep holding your hand not paying attention to time but I’m still trembling biting my nails to the bone pounding my ears with words to counteract the words you’ve once said to me I once denied it but I am what you said I can’t control it again what you said you have every single reason in the whole word to be terrified out of your mind it's all real you better watch your step because when you think it's safe it really never even ever is when you fight back what ever happened to that? The thought when something lacks knowing I'd leave as soon as I can well that's what you thought was the plan given consideration that I'm still here you know that nothing that lies in your mind could ever be fact you know that every single thing he does makes us terrified of what lies ahead just stay calm even when I don't make sense I've got enough sense that I need to impress upon you making you sane am I the one who's insane when I get upset when you use your heart but don't consider your brain? And I'll still take all the blame given consideration that I'm still here it's just the way that we play the game I care just enough for what matters to squander my time on everything else that doesn't align with what counts or what I care about take what you want from me because I'll only keep track once I've wasted my time not knowing it's gone and when I find out it's been with you all along I still won't ask for it back I keep a focus on mistakes and take all the time that I need to suspend all the doubts that I care about what matters to them but what matters to me wasn't part of the plan and you'll take what you've wanted from me because you knew all along with my vulnerability I'd stand no chance in the world to defend you from myself so just take what you need