This city, sinks away
these streets flood with colours
then fade to grey.
Blinded by the distance
we can't find our way,
caged by the distance
we are the future plague.
We are the future plague,
we are set in stone.
We are the future plague,
we are set in stone.
All our demons paint pictures of perfection,
hang them over crooked walls
plot maps, burn them
never to unfold.
This city, sinks awaythese streets flood with colours
then fade to grey.
Blinded by the distance
we can't find our way,
caged by the distance
we are the future plague.
We are the future plague,
we are set in stone.
We are the future plague,
we are set in stone.
(Too late)
You let broken hands keep the time
(too late)
you let broken hands keep the time and now your just a second too late
(too late)
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