these men we see are all armed to the teeth.
hallucinogenic layers of armor.
no use for troubled revisionists.
there's no place for a scarred palm.
a grip so loose to catch your breath.
gasp and you gasp and you gasp.
and the world stops making sense.
and the hearts are preserved in celluloid displays.
the fall of the silent;
golden construct age.
we are in such a linear way.
spoiled, rotten, three act play.
i'll keep me alive while everyone dies twice.
look in the face of god and explain his mistake.
i am only my father's son.
war is war is never won.
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