Waiting for death, is a part of this life, Born with the end in mind. Struggling to find, this purpose of mine, With darker thoughts creeping up behind/ Losing my grip, On this life. I’m fighting to find, A peace of mind/ Reminders of death, are always in sight, I won’t wait on anyone, to live my life. When it comes to an end, don’t bat an eye, I’ll make this worth it, just say goodbye/ Losing my grip, On this life, but/ I’m learning to live with the hand that I’m dealt, And in the end, I’ll carry on with no one else. It weighs on my mind, and brings me down, But I’ll find comfort deep in the ground/ When I’m laid to rest, Six feet under. Know I gave it my best, Know I’ve came to terms, With the life that I live. So let death come, The reaper has no hold on me.
Northeast straight-edge hardcore taken to the cathartic, infectious extreme; a fiery EP fueled by spite, spirit, and sick riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable May 24, 2023
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