Refusing all the concepts
Of accepted thoughts
Succumbing to yourself
On your own accord
Realize your nature
Following your instincts
Making your move slowly
Now you know who you are
Going for the kill
You feel nothing still
Crawling through flesh
And avoiding the mess
Is The pit in my stomach worth the ecstasy
Of eluding the fools who think they own me
Am I winning the fight against all of their good
When I’m leaving the scene as a shadow would
The knife only goes as far as you push but if you twist and you turn then their head goes to mush
Moving in silence leaving no echo the weapons attached but It won’t be discovered
TOS
Taking of soul
TOS
The oligarch sings
TOS
Truth or strength
TOS
Touch of sin
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