your northface jacket will never be bulletproof
same song for a new generation
line us up for the slaughter we're just bums in the gutter
we have no heart, we have no soul
unlike you: the kings of the hill
perched atop your golden throne
so afraid to rise up and speak our minds
so afraid to venture out on our own
burn it down, take a flamethrower to this place
this scene is a gangwar with no coney island
to run back to and to go play
nothing more than a joke and it makes no sense to me
these mathematics don't add up
2+2 to you doesn't equal four
do you even know why
a means to an end, but what's the end
so caught up in hate it's rubbing off on everyone
we're yours to browse and choose
bend us, break us, throw us to the lions
don't be so sure they'll ever find us
we're disposable
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024