The notion of self worth is gone
No emotions to help you hold on
When all the world is on it's knees, you feel this wasted life you lead
Isn't worth the air you breath, all hopes now are shattered dreams
All regrets and evil deeds are stirred inside to clearly see
Now you too are on your knees, pray the lord your soul to keep
Mouth is on the barrel
Wrists are on the blade
Feet are on the edge
There's nothing to say
Pray my son over your dead, and let their ghost inside your head
Let them fill your soul with dread, pray my sone til all is said
And when it's time, you will rise and feel the nothingness inside
And hate yourself for every lie, and pray the lord today you'll die
Life goes on without you, it's business as usual
Every day is a part of our fade away
We came here alone
Smoking gun by your side as all your problems subside
But the early hours bring dawn without you as time marches on
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