When I stomp along the earth
I shake one fixture at a time
When I swing clenched arms
I miss the target everytime
when i take the left hand path
i never make it home
and when i drink my sorrows man
you hear them take their toll
i dont want no medicine
i dont want the cure
i dont want no goals or plans
i just want to break my hands
when I cross over the void
I lose my resolve all the time
i strike the wall with a vicious speed
and bail from the wreckage just in time
we don’t get no education
we dont get no vaccines
all we get is bad medicine
cause we dont deserve what we need
i dont need a prognosis
i dont need the cure
i dont have no dreams or plans
i just want to smash my hands
when the fear of death is over
and it’s played out
what else will be left
for us to scream about?
when the death scene is over
and it fades out
what fear would be left
for snake oil salesmen to profit on?
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
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