i assumed you'd be riddled with it
extol the crutch and foundation of shit
masquerading as unholy glint of your rabid and trifling emptiness
where were you when it started?
there's a long road we've hallowed to think about
for the dearly departed
are entombed
so lewd
ameliorate me or bow down to your lieu
two steps forward
anchored back
and the place i am stunted takes heed
to your lack
im the driver, the mother, the uncial oath turned to black
but i need it
i taste the metal and green
would you seek it
if it were drab and slut and then wilted into your screen
to have your prowess bore
and your soul trailed into the dirt
to have your prowess bore
i won’t know what it gets when it takes me
oh. how's it feel?
we writhe and we spit and lay waste to all that we’ve named opaque
we are lessened to lowlier wisdoms
the nerve of the ego
the apostate
we raised
we raised
our oblivion into the face
how's it feel that the colorless that you mock want this more than you?
of all the words
of mice and men,
the saddest are,
“it might have been"
well i need this more than you
i need this more than you
ill be black ill be white ill be mute
ill exhume what is left of her womb
get out
get out
the light's still shining through
get out
get out
we will bloat unto separate mews
get out
get out
get out
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022