You play with your mold
You do as your told
Your eye set on fool's gold
Your hands grow cold &
Now you’ve got nothing to hold
I AM THE MAN WHO GRABS THE SUN
TO WATCH THE SKY RAIN RED
PESTILENCE WILL SWIPE THE EXISTENCE
MIGHT AS WELL PUT A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD
THIS IS RIDICULOUS
I'M GETTING SICK OF IT
REST IN PISS YOU WORTHLESS HYPOCRITES
credits
released February 4, 2016
Mixed Mastered Engineered by Cody Davidson
Drum/Vocal tracking by Shaun O'Shaughnessy
Additional vocal tracking by Isaac Hale
Additional lyrics by Dallas Garris of STREET RAT
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020