Crawl back to life through the strife
of being kicked while you're down.
Come back from a place where you were tied up and fed the table scraps of a sunken eyes man.
He's hung up to dry now, he's out on the line between day's that have past and his own self detest.
Remove your antlers, you won't need them from here.
Let the color show through.
Forget what was done.
Find the greatest field and run.
Pick flowers like friends because it's time.
Spit the dirt from your lips, give your face to the sun.
Your past ashes gone thanks to these days sung.
I know now that your jeans were threaded with the thinnest parts of lonely, stichin' through to your heart -- cut the thread, come back.
Come back.
I let these days get the best of me, let 'em wear me out.
Wished I could hold his throat to the wall with the weight he held against your mouth.
And I see him now, playing saint at dusk.
And in the darkness of the crowd I just hope that maybe...
Maybe I can give him something to think about.
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