like a eulogy
for a deceased close friend
given by strangers
they misremember him
spitting on an empty grave
I didn't lose my faith
you stripped it away
spitting on an empty grave
I didn't lose my faith
you stole it from me
he didn't die for you
to use him like a sword and shield
he did not die for you
for you to keep us all at heel
we were hungry and you cut our food stamps
the water’s poisoned and you’re charging for cups
we were dying and you cut our health care
you’re quoting scripture while we’re gasping for air
I was a stranger and you turned your nose up
no salvation for your kind here
trade the public schools for private prisons
good luck with that needle and camel
you heretic
if you want to follow his words
they're the ones printed in red
Can't think of another band that delivers their message with such clarity and venom. Layered on the best thrash this side of Potemkin City Limits, with the guitar riffs almost Voivod like. Topped off with hard hitting drums and thunderous bass captured perfectly by J Robbins giving a full sound like his work with Coliseum. LOVE THIS!! LukeSpurs
Afrofuturist punk from Philly that twists the hardcore sounds of '90s DC and San Diego into a seething mass of wires and roots. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 3, 2019