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
credits
from Morning Coffee // Gardens,
released March 20, 2019
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Marc Estabillo.
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