I hope you choke on that pill, you tried to shove down our throat
Fuck you and yours, the path you take shows true color
It's hard to see when your searching in the dark
Won't follow your lead, when you're a coward trying to bark
I tried taking the high road, and letting things go by
Like you got your style, and I got mine
By the end of the day I hope, karma hits you harder, than a kick to the face
Sick of your childish ways, you're a lost cause
With a style you love to fake, an attitude I can't tolerate
My patience, you violate
By the end of the day, I hope karma hits you harder than a kick to the face
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