I could be just another fucked up kid
who hates the world as much as it hates him,
but there's these things I owe
to myself
that just keep stacking up
and I'm fucking falling back down.
Just another bleak existence
hanging from this earth
belonging somewhere between
getting out of bed
and going back again.
every shard of broken promises
that I keep making to myself
they're cutting me deeper every time.
My hood is up
its not raining.
We've held our heads too high,
expected too much from this life.
And I wont let the weight of the world
keep me down.
No more broken promises
no more, no more.
No more broken promises
no more fucking debts.
I've seen heartless
and I've seen cowardice,
and I'm worse off because of it.
I've seen perfect
and I've seen golden,
I've never felt so fucking small.
So compare me to a perfect,
statuesque kid
he owes it to his parents,
they made him who he is
his friends and his mentors
only show him love,
one day maybe, I might be this good
but what I've discovered in my thoughts
under my hood
In a world
overrun
by perfection
there's no room for fucking up.
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