Keep pushing on my buttons, surfacing this held back rage. Righteous acts you make mean nothing. There's no clouding your mistakes. How can you call this logic valid points aren't being made. Right or wrong there's no difference, soon your integrity will cave. You have that foul stench, The part of you that makes me cringe. Running mouth that never quits. Words you speak makes me sick. I know your true kind. You are just like the rest of them I see your true colors, under that fucking skin. Don't act as if you are a friend. I see who you are under that skin. Lying, conniving sack of shit. That's what gets me so fucking pissed. Under that skin.
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