I want to be here in the morning
to walk with you where the train goes slow
But those boards now mark the windows, so we can’t go.
Hollowed eyes conceal hollowed minds
and there’s no redemption at the end of the line
so we’re left speechless with hands tied behind
what is wasted in your head
I refuse with all I am to let you leave your mark on stained pavement
You got the best of us again
The future stolen from our hands
With no concern for all the lives you’ve taken
Or time that’s running out
We’re losing out
The show goes on, dangling your pulled strings.
Columbine like a mural, a parting statement on the stairway.
You rip life away. You rip homes away. You rip families away.
Another school yard laid to waste
to remind mothers their sons are ruined
tainted, indoctrinated to believe in some twisted version of a 50s western,
puppeted off in a hail of bullets, prophesied by a televised hell
that laughed and lied of the worst of our reality.
We stumble and break.
You don’t get to change who we are.
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Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
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