I need to get out of here and leave this all behind
I've burned all my bridges and I'm running out of time
It seems my stars were never meant to fucking shine
They have sadly fallen out of line
Without the reign of terror over every change
We are exactly as before - we are the fucking same
Not one word will slip through these dry cracked lips
nor contact be made with these hidden eyes
if there's one thing that I despise
it's believing in my own goddamn lies
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020