Your nauseas mold, ragged and tattered
And soul that you sold, like it fucking mattered
You whittled away the days of your life to smoke in your pipe
Never gave in, because you never had to
You were there to begin, from the day that they had you
When the smoke clears everything is the same, because you'll never change
Onward to die, from the rocks that he serves
In mind blowing time, from the shocks to your nerves
You take your life one hit at a time, from kilo to dime
In your eyes...
Voids
It's a constant losing battle in this world you don't fit
But don't ask for salvation because nobody owes you..
Shit
To put in your needles
Shit
To put in your veins
Shit
Because you are so sick, because you're in such..
Pain
From a world that don't need you
Pain
From a world that's not there
Pain
Until the day you realize nobody cares
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024