I’m sick to my stomach
Pander to the masses
No heart, masked face
With a shit brain to match it
You’re such a liar
So insincere
Do or say anything
To fit in with your peers
Climbing up the social ladder is all you care about
Claim this is as your life but next year, you’re fucking out
Think you have control and think that you have a say
Manipulate your friends and yourself, don’t believe a word you say
Always talking shit when something doesn’t go your way
Never put in work, always onto the next thing
Everybody else you think that you’re greater than
You make this a competition you’ll never fucking win
Northeast straight-edge hardcore taken to the cathartic, infectious extreme; a fiery EP fueled by spite, spirit, and sick riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable May 24, 2023