Turn your back as the light in the room fades
Attribute your lack of support to your changed tastes
Bile saturates both your lips while you salivate excuses
Then swallow admissions you can't make.
Because if we're dying out
We'll make sure that there's no one left
If we're dying out
We'll make sure there's nothing left
Dues you've paid are committed to memory
Fixated on status while professing your deep faith
Exacting revenge for the past on each fresh face
After all broken cycles don't have quite such a sweet taste
We will eat our young
No room for movement
No room for change
Just keep them second guessing
And digging early graves
We never need them anyway...
Catchy, caustic goodness: straight-shooting hardcore clashes with boisterous blues rock on the debut from Austin outfit Drip-Fed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2021