Your desperation to maintain your facade is fucking sad
You think you’ve “done the work,” that you’ve come so far
But you’re still using and abusing, but it’s just people now
You can blame a user, but what’s your excuse when you’re sober?
go ahead and deny your role. Have others, have others lie for you
But I’ve seen the truth and it’s despicable
Every time you fuck up, you conveniently forget
But, oh, we remember this repeated behavior
You’re surrounded by enablers, impressionable yes-men
You erase our contributions. We’re disposable tools to feed your ego
Charismatically, you lied through your teeth
How fake can you be? The word “sell-out” fits perfectly
Image is everything to you. Ask me to sell myself
I don’t want to be “marketable,” I’ll break all your fucking “rules”
I hope your pathetic attempts for “maximum exposure”
Boost your self-esteem and give you validation you so badly need
Your music is soulless. I guess we’re all interchangeable?
Your desperation to maintain your facade is sad
Sell-out, faker, liar, manipulator
Northeast straight-edge hardcore taken to the cathartic, infectious extreme; a fiery EP fueled by spite, spirit, and sick riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable May 24, 2023