A cold stare and the hands of a scavenger
No muscles in the face could wet a dry tongue
Spirits go blue for the seasons of light, of love, of health
There were no myths, no petroglyphs
To prepare you for this horror story
Failed etiology will bring us more suffering
You can't bear the burden of a whole generation grown black, grown cold, invisible
We will have more children that will live even longer to perfect this ancient stigma
They will mourn us (on public walls) only on our death days
What's to become of fields grown soft? Will we sleep into Lethes?
Underground, uncovered, this is what we've dreaded
But if we were burned, not buried, things could end differently
The rest is the same: the grief, the mourning
But, at least there'd be
No bodies to unease
Your social conditioning
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
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023