A cruel circle that we live
"Blessed" would be a bullet into my head
For death is yet a doorway A limit in-between space and time
When the lights go out,
Everything that you've loved in life the memories cease to exist
So punch that ticket
Take that final trip
And show the world no sympathy if you're really feeling me
Cause we're all destined to turn to dust, so we might as well stop giving a fuck
No bosses, No bills, No Gods
Grab the clocks hands its about time we got lost
Cause there's nothing better then feeling like there's no tomorrow
So lets ride that fucking feeling straight into the ground
Set your house on fire, crash your fucking car
None of that material shit has helped you get this far
At the end of the day like the wind we're destined to disappear
I keep telling myself; "i've got nothing left to fear"
It's an easier philosophy to preach then lead
Just try and believe me
I just want my place in the sun.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
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