This has been my only constant for the last five years of my life. The only place I could come and let loose, be myself, feel alright. I just keep on giving. Ill just keep giving more. The memories and bonds I've made, are worth the money at the door. You keep whining. Keep shit talking and never contribute a thing. Why does it seem like the honest ones are always the first to get shit on. Am I the only one who sees clearly, knowing there is something wrong. You can call me a try hard. You can call me what you please. But you need something done right, don't come running back to me. I never asked for you respect. I never tried to be "legit". So do me a favour, keep your mouth zipped. Step from your throne. Bow down. I'm making this my own.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023