A bony white-knuckled fist,
left my eyes star-crossed.
And then the television screen
threw me back up.
Yeah, if God's so great and you're so loved,
then how come everyone looks at you funny?
They're just waiting for you to die,
so they can take all of your money.
In defense of the unpowered swarm,
there never was any movement.
Just pull the tape off of your mouth,
so you don't choke on your own vomit.
Is there no smoke,
to wave away from
your burning eyes?
Your face is lighting up.
Yeah, if life's so good and you're so safe,
then how come the cups still look at you funny?
They don't care if you live or die, 'cause
you don't have any money.
In defense of the unpowered swarm,
there never was any movement.
Just roll your tongue back up in your mouth,
and quit making all of us look so bad.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020