Cut you own meat
Sharpen your own bones
Draw your own blood
Strangled by your own hands
The human die out after all
Taste of blood
Lose the mind from day to days
I’m eating a rotten apple
Breathing polluted air
You wanna get profit
Money-making is a fucking game
Add to your fortune
Hand have wad of bills can’t believe anyone
Taste of blood
Lose the mind from day to days
I’m eating a rotten apple
Breathing polluted air
Walking down the street and look around in chaotic state full of shit in this world
Will you knock him off its feet one by one?
I’m crazy?
What’s standard?
Lose the mind from day to day
Sstrangled by your own hands
The human die out after all
I’m crazy?
What can I believe?
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019
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