Every time I try to help I just hurt
I try to show face but I can’t face her
I try to keep pace but my feet drag dirt
And I’d end it all now but I’m still not sure
A sanitized life is all that pure
Maybe i need to hurt
Haunting mistakes have no patience
In the waking of living choose isolation
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