Everyone at the school knew. I know they knew. They had to know what o was going through. Every day they'd ask if I was okay, lie to their faces. You see they never understood although they tried to. You see hey never understood although they tried they'll never understand at least they tried. Three thirty came and I’d grown cold, scared to go home just nine years old. Three thirty came and I'd grow so cold. They'd always speak if false hope. They’d always speak of wasted time. Hoe I wasted their time and they had false hope. I believe in everything that I see. I believe the voices and I believe in me. I believe his voice that one day ill be free. Maybe I'm lost. Maybe I'm down. Maybe I'm destined for nothing in this ugly world. His voice told me I'm destined for something.
This Jersey crew makes a ferocious mix of guttural grind and heavy hardcore punk, with lyrics aimed square at sociopolitical ills. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2021
Free-flowing, loosely structured songs that borrow lightly from jazz and ambient but expand in directions all their own. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2023