I remember the promises.
Of greener grasses on the other side
Fertilized by your mass graves.
Now I'm stuck in the mire of your money machine
With these aching hands and heavy head.
Cause I confused. These stars for hearts.
Pull yourself up by your boot straps
Cemented in like the statue of
Unattainable consumer goods.
Now I'm stuck in the mire of your money machine
With these aching hands and heavy head.
Cause I confused. These stars for hearts.
They lie to you. And say. That it's all your fault. Meanwhile they say.
Give us your tired, your poor, your hungry.
But they'll make scapegoats of them all.
Give us your tired, your poor, your hungry.
But they'll make scapegoats of them all.
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