When there’s nothing left we are all next
In the present tense we don’t stand a chance
What does it mean to exist without this vision, their world is all fictional
I’ve found I don’t know what’s out there, the only thing is nothing close to spiritual
On reality we disagree: profit, bottom-line, indecent commodity
No one else is going to ruin this one, we are the architects of our demise
Teenage surrender and a bullet through a shattered sky
One more day turns to night
There’s no other way to turn out right
All we’ve got to show is silver and coal
We’ve embarked on this direction
How can I make this on my own
Some things I swore I’ve never know
One more day is never enough time anyway
To convince us we were right
Gutsy rock & roll from this Brooklyn group bursting with hot-rodding riffs and snarling vocals, hearkening back to classic dark punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2023