Stripped you of your comfort, I shot to kill
When prey becomes the hunter, is that what you call free will?
How could I choose this when I know I lost your love?
And how could I do this when I claim to care so much?
Sad it got this far not to land
Damned to my thoughts I can’t stand who I am
Shell of a person no moral compass
But know one day you’ll get your justice
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