Holding on to words that were never solid
Spoiled rotten, it decays in my grasp
Slipping in slow motion, my arthritic hands
Can't clutch, and it falls away
What was once conviction, has become a chore
Has become a shackle - chained to the past
My flame is faltering
Disembodied voices are ruling an old plague
It infects all, you're implicated, sever your hands
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024