How long ’til you take the blame?
How long ’til you remember their name?
How long ‘til the gavel falls?
How long will you protect your own?
The iron sharpens the words unspoken
A sharp iron to your cerebellum
Empty promises, no solution
When will we see retribution?
I can’t stand by and watch
You turn your guns on us
You ain’t no man of honour
You ain’t nothing but a fucking killer
Murderers, liars, you’re all the same
Your silence is deafening
Hang from your noose of shame
When you wake in hell, I hope you see their face
I hope you see their face
You fucking coward, a faceless name
No justice, no inner peace
No faith in your police
You think that we’re the problem?
I don’t care what you think
Institutionalised destruction
Blinded by loyalty
Bad apples rot in the basket
Yet your twisted eyes can’t see
The archetype of war
The children cry and the mothers mourn
You think that you’re answer?
I don’t care
Your institutions are failing me
Your thoughts and prayers aren’t fucking working
There’s no inner peace
There’s no faith in your police
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
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