This is not safe. Danger can be found around every fucking corner, its the bottom of the line that justifies the means in time. Its the answers we receive when we beg and plead; This is greed. Threatening to break from every fucking shackle, its the lowest of the lies that keeps us uniform in line. It's the fervor of disease, filthy, covered in fleas; This is fate. Was it our desire or us trying to survive? Are we always lost? I've lost all control. Are we always sick? I'm fucking sick of it all. Our teeth are clenched, our lips are split. Our skin is torn. Our souls are crushed. So may this hurt, I hope you won't recover. Drown in your tears, or sway beneath the limbs like the fucking rat you are. I'll always wish you the worst. I hope you'll hear this.
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
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