We held our hands never to part again
It takes so long time to notice we were wrong
You're about to leave from your shitty town
But our relationship will never gone
Faking
Tricking of fortune, what the hell is that?
I've never cared bout fucking cliche at all
A story is made up by stinky dog
Hate, the first time I hear
You're always laughing, crapping your hands
Feel like drunk tonight
Shaking hands
Do you know what that is means
I've never thought about that
I'd rather go away than make you stop
Because our hearts will always follow, right?
...and I wonder when will be our next time
With new topics to talk about
The black shoes are worn out
Our bikes are still alive
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
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