I don’t know you, you don’t know me
But you’ve got rules that I must heed
These rules you’re brainwashed to believe
Now everyone you will force feed
Your word of god, these words you preach as truth
From your old book, whose words you’ll misconstrue
To prove you’re good, and purely bred
To justify this hate you spread
To dominate all lesser souls
To lead all flocks, to have control
Your word of god, is just the word of man
Fuck man. Fuck you! How could you know god’s plan?
Your soul is weak, your crops won’t seed
Your hate and greed’s why your god bleeds
Your views are dead, your numbers small
We soon will be free from you all
Your lies of god will now be punished well
An ironic fate, you’ll burn in your own hell
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