All these people don't make sense to me
It's the sounds we make for our brothers sake
This is our message and I'll make it quick
We are the delinquent youth
And the road, speaks to me
And my friends, are calling me back home
Do whatever the fuck you want, I'll do my thing
Kick some ass, call me the "king of the ring" and wether you like it or not I'm here to stay, so you better get out of my way.
Wake up on the floor I'm tired as shit, it's every fucking day.
I don't really care because at least I'm doing it with my friends
And I don't need you to achieve where I wanna go, just like before I'm doing this all by my fucking self
DIY let me tell you why,
The bigger you get, the more they'll bank on your blood and sweat
You want da bomb
You gotta pay the price
Middle fingers up high screaming "fuck you! Pay me!"
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023