You want a piece of my mind?
I locked it up where no one else could find.
Nailed up inside a tomb
Don't tell nobody don't make a move.
Lifeless fucking souls.
Nobody needs a purpose
Stand in line and do what your fucking told.
Suffer the round
Don't try to make your way out
Walk the line and keep your head down
Let em pull that soul right out your mouth.
Nothing is clear to me
It's all disease and misery
Blind eyes live blissfully
While gutters fill with hopes and dreams.
You gave your soul for something
Left with fists full of nothing
Backs break everyday
With the pressure to succeed
The world bearing down on me
Hands clasped to gods for reprieve.
Blinded.
Blissfully.
Crawling
Living for nothing.
Crawling. Living for nothing
Living life like a fucking guise
We waste away and hope the devil is a lie.
god's hands on the throat of man
Scream all you can
But it never fucking ends.
The most slept-on band in indie music makes a welcome return with another A+ record mixing hardcore and slacker rock with jokes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2023