left out on the cold concrete
innocence ripped away
exploitation of a vulnerable mind
disregarded for your own pleasure
degradation of mind
corrosion of the soul
my fucking existence
dedicated to your suffering
your name stands on the tip of my blade
condemned to a world of hurt
a crucial rain of sadistic fury, cleansing the streets of the sheer filth that wastes its space
there is no light ahead
only the grave that you’ve dug for yourself
life doesn’t flash before your eyes
it just fucking ends
life doesn’t flash before your eyes
it just fucking ends
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