I’m a man of my word,
Hold me to it, just hold me to it.
I’m coming after you now,
Don’t make me do, cause I’ll do it.
Nobodies gotta get hurt,
Just listen to me, listen to me.
Tell me what did you do,
To make plastic from a human.
Bottles made from the pile,
Are now what forms this frown.
Wife don’t see me the same,
The kids don’t want me around.
I’m a man of my word,
Hold me to it, just hold me to it.
I’m coming after you now,
Don’t make me do, cause I’ll do it.
Bottles made from the pile,
Are now what forms this frown.
Wife don’t see me the same,
The kids don’t want me around.
Kicked me out of the house,
Now I’m searching the town.
Just give me one good reason,
I shouldn’t kill the boss now.
It’s all a game to them,
It’s all a game to them,
It’s all a game to them,
And I won’t fucking play.
Powerful in every way, this DC hardcore group's first full-length is the siren song to having no home as a person of color—in punk, in society, in America. It could not have arrived at a more appropriate time. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 15, 2016