Give me back one inch of self-respect
I represent the nature of thriving discontent
Is this reflection in absolution with teething intuition?
“I’ll stop at nothing to get what’s mine”
Involving, infecting, all for one
No knowledge of what is ensuing
And one look, could mean your undoing
The mobs and martyrs
Short lives of the fastest
The ones
You would hope die
Are put there to learn from
Intentions they hide
Pattern of error
The failure to act
Set this man on fire
This man on fire
They lend themselves to re-abuseBring the rain
Bring the rain
And stop me if you dare
Take it with a caution
As a man on fire
A path of despair
How much should I care?
This weight is too much to bare
I don’t think much of past or future
This is now
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023