How can I express the lies I’ve told myself about lust, lost hope, and shame? I’m sorry, but my best just ain’t the best. Two bad months was all it took to disassemble my complex. I’ve fucking cracked under the stress. June eighth two thousand five was so alive, but you sold yourself for less. Two bad months I’d rather forget. And to think you’ve settled for this, guaranteed income and bullshit relationships. Turn your back and walk right out the door. You fucking Judas, our moments forever cursed. (This place is so fucked up). And to dance with my sorrow,(This place is so fucked up) and to read your words of the abused, (This place is so fucked up) to breathe life into every pair of lungs, (This place is so fucked up) I’m sore from carrying your weight, but at night I still dream of myself standing on Capitol Hill firing off rounds into crowds of business suits. And who will protect your flock when finally your buried alive?
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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