two thousand miles away you bastardize me
try to quantify this misery
nails buried beneath my teeth, grabbing fucking hold of me
how can i sleep. waking silently?
making me fucking sick
to hell with all you fuckin pricks
searching for a thorn in a body bag by the shore
trembling walls, broken doors, solitude, i hit the floor
drunken love screaming, fragile fists swinging
fallen face to take the shame, comfort lost inside our hate
calm and tender on your lips, don't you miss my leather skin?
shatter my skull, neglect my soul
sinking useless
no thoughts of reason, to resist
no regrets.
how does my drink taste
your shadows gaze in fearing me
like you’re nothing
fire still burns deep
till you’re gone
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020