Fist balled up, my soul on fire
Pain sets in, still reaching higher
Won’t stop til the casket drops
And I know how the story goes…
Times look bleak
Ready to leave it behind
Cowards way to sneak
No longer will be blind
Took the shot
And no one gives a fuck
Respect was bought
Now you run on luck
So I’m just starting to think as I grow older
Times been lookin bleak as I search for my truth know you ain’t the beholder
The look on your face tells me you’re an absolute disgrace
Distaste and loathing is what I’ve learned to embrace
I know those time been lookin’ blue
But I know what I’ve gotta do
And stick to my few
Keep my head up, take no shit and stick to my few
credits
from Hold My Own,
track released July 8, 2022
Featuring Pierre Pelbu
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