i'm glued to this porch
always caught in a web
i'm always burning on the inside
but what's it for?
how many versions of myself
have i left in the past?
how can i be so sure
that there was nothing worth saving?
i'm just the bloody scum
of filthy skin in my nails
i'm always moving, never stopping, w/ no choice & no exit, no direction, the pressures always on & i can't stop thinking about the rotting, overripe fruit of my obligations hanging low over my head... guess i gotta make it work
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020