Staring at the faceless suffering world ,where
The moron keeps the moron alive
On the wings of ignorance
In their mind being eaten by the dark
Shouting as the herd
Stepping towards empty goals
But death is faster than their lives
They vanish earlier than their existence
I'm bathing in their blood
And I carry the burden of their suffering
These hands are not capable of this
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