I'm falling into doubt
Can't take the fear of the death
Lost control of emotions
Now only suffering reflects
I keep escaping so I don't have to feel
This discomfort in in my mind
'Cause I feel something's wrong here
I see it in people, I see it on streets
I face them scornfully
Recklesness flows out from hatred
It streams from the scars
Shout from sorrow
Bleeds from disappoint
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022