My back to the wall as I face the hate.
Skewed sense of judgement, what a waste.
Blurred judgement states, a fucking disgrace.
The Pursuit of Happiness is just a myth.
These bigots wont cease to spit their shit.
Insensitivity gone too far.
Stripped of individuality for experimental use.
Choking on the threads that make up the noose.
I gauge my temper and bite my tongue,
but the noose has tightened, we're already hung.
Don't be fooled by the thick layer of snot over these songs - this Nova Scotian band has a melodic heart and a whip-smart head. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 3, 2018