If you refuse to hear the truth
I hope it burns inside your head
Slit wrist at every hand that feeds you
Slandered words from every witch
"Dig a ditch, lie in it"
From the mouth of a shady bitch
There's no voice for the son of a bastard
An uphill battle with a slew of a thousand fists
Fuck you, I have no king and no masters
Throw a fist, throw a fist, here's my fucking fist
You let disease run your home
Shove my name right down your throat
Strip my flesh, gnaw on my bone
Nothing hurts me anymore
Sick of it, sick of it
So fucking sick of it
Throw a fit, I'll respond with a thousand fists
Play dead, be none the wiser
Put me down like a dog and you might get bit
Burn down bridges at both ends
Doused in Kerosene
Throw up your words again
So what, I'm the son of a bastard?
One hand, brown man vs all of them
You let disease run your home
Shove my name right down your throat
Strip my flesh, gnaw on my bone
Nothing hurts me anymore
Golden child of the fucking sun
Don't tread on me
Don't you fucking tread on me
Waking up to an empty bed
Can barely feel you
Your voice is fleeting
Puzzle piecing all the words unsaid
And when they fit, will they have a meaning?
Leaves fall through the window (pain)
The scent of rain makes me so uneasy
And when you leave, take a piece of me
with you, cause I don't need it
And do you think of me at all
When you brush his hair and you touch his skin?
Cause the ghost of you lingers in me
and it never fucking ends
Fade into the black
Just scrape me off the floor
Strung out again
I'm tired and I'm sore
From self abuse
I want to shed my skin
Or crack my skull
I want to start again
Eat the cycle
String me by my teeth
I am nothing
Use
Reuse
Repeat
The cycle never ends
I want the world to forget my name
Downing bottles to erase my shame
Fade into the black
Just scrape me off the floor
Strung out again
My feet are fucking sore
From self abuse
I want to shed my...
Bullets
Cock gun
Blow my head off
Sleeping
Endless
Nothing at last
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