I’m done comparing myself, always putting myself down
I’m done feeling like I’m doing it all wrong.
I don’t need, don’t need their approval.
Who even set this “norm” and why should I care?
Why am I letting arbitrary roles make me feel shitty about who I am?
I’m staying true, I have fucking values, even if it seems strange to you
I still reject what this culture offers, I don’t want it, I never did
It’s not even a matter of resisting, because it’s utterly repulsive
I’ll never be so out of touch that I’d convince myself that “things aren’t so bad”
So-called “success” has no appeal to me, consumerism makes me feel empty
No real choice but wage slavery just to exist is still my idea of hell
I hate our dependence on exploitation
of the land, the animals, and ourselves…
Patriarchal beauty standards still oppress,
“buying in” is merely compliance
These things I still believe, even if it means living outside society’s shit
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