No reverence for most people that I meet
Unaware, mindless sheep
For all the zombies walkin' around in the city
For all the people who wallow in self pity
None for the cops and the career politicians
Who abuse their power and position
None for the preachers and the pushers of faith
Two-faced talkers who sow the seeds of hate
WE HATE... WE HATE YOU!
No reverence for the old guard
Sun has set, but they try so hard
One more tour, gotta make it last
Getting fat off the laurels of the past
No reverence for social validation
None for the people needing constant affirmation
None for the masses tricked and duped into
What to believe, who to trust, what to consume
Such a sick joke
To where we've come
Turn it off, become numb
Build up the walls to block out the sound
SEAL IT OFF!
Along in a place where I can't be found
FADE OUT!
It's getting to the point where I feel like
I'm the last of my kind
Watch me lose my fucking mind
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020
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