All the language that I've learned couldn't spell out my frustration with the way things have always been done. It's business as usual; trading lives for capital.
I'm sick of everyone with an empty heart and a one track mind.
Am I supposed to be happy and content with the hand that I've been dealt? When sullen heads found shallow hearts, my throat closed up and I couldn't make a sound.
And now we're digging our own graves, and sealing them with every student loan that puts us deeper in debt. I'm afraid that all that remains is a lifetime of instability.
But these days, I just keep repeating to myself that our lives won't be defined by bottom lines. But I don't know how much longer I can hold my breath, that on the cutting floor we won't just be a dollar sign.
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Spent most of my time with my head in my hands. I fought the urge to stay inside and feel sorry for myself, 'cause that's not any way to live.
Hop in The Hate Game and take a trip with this roving band of road-worn punks and take what the miles throw at you.
this is one of my favorite albums. Start to finish, it gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling. They are truly the best dudes. Metro Catpiss
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
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