Lyrics: 1. Low Motor fast and recklessly Thrill is what I'm searching for Couple of grams of debris Can't have drugs without a war Autonomy in fantasy I just want to be ignored No one left the rope for me Could've been a friend of yours In the night I grit my teeth Hard to keep my guts beneath Out of help; Out of place My body stands a piss disgrace Every night is something tragic Never been so down on luck You tell me you know magic Ask the stars why you're dumb as fuck 2. House of Abuse Long parties Lack of sense in harm reduction Alcohol consumption I do your impression Poetry for idiots A shitty dance backs fucked up laments I beat my head with a brick I beat few more times and turn someone new When I see the people Playing in the street My eyes tear up yellow I spit at their feet Sad stories Ignorance is my reputation I'm not a good person Poor obscure production In love with our trauma Screaming through the night Your bullshit artists Thank you! Goodnight! Live from the House of Abuse! 3. Casino Cleansing I deserve to live Disposed of God's ego Dropped it off the side of the road My eyes start to glow Sacrificial sin Watch everything start moving Everyone is here I think I'm going missing Sacrificial sin Lit up bright like a casino Las Vegas; Lost awhile in Reno I've gone so far that the eye can't see Lucky number's always been 3 Driving under neon sign Omens somewhat eerie No I won't come home this time But I'm not thinking clearly Evidence must go Wandered far from my black paint home My knife starts to grow Sacrificial sin 4. Law Means Nothing Religious vanquish One more dead lover Down the hatch A dollar for suffering Hate and for class We're so hurt and we're so poor We can't protest anymore They don't clear snow in this part of town Liquor stores open; Keep your face down Always keep that face down Law means nothing; You are strong They say who you are is wrong Law man comes and takes as he pleases And litters the neighborhood with diseases It fucking hurts; I've got your back Drenched in rain and dressed in black Endless chain thru maniacs I want to hit them fucking back They set us up. They want us dead But I don't give a fuck They made the killing fields into these city streets I burn every flag I steal 5. Double Cross Are you living in fantasy where karma really exists? Pathetic growls and whimper sounds and rotten smelling spit Stand again double crossed by the ugliest of pricks You're a fucking decay I will never be Soon we'll find you kicking trash Frozen in an alley You're a fucking decay It's no mystery Soon we'll see you off yourself Suburban obscurity I know I won't see you again Conspiracy was rife I drink alone with cut to bone And wish you'd suck my knife Followed me like a snitch each day Sentenced in my strife Go fall down your darkest hole And take your sorry life... You thought you were fucking clever Snip our ties; You were never All my trust: Lost forever Stand in blood; Hands been severed
Hello fellow internet user: need some fast hardcore to get you through 10 minutes of quarantine? As many other posters have said, 82 Boston is a good touchpoint, but this band isn't a clone of that sound. Almost all fast, always furious.
I love electric chair, both albums, this one and public apology are none stop hardcore that makes me feel like a kid again, i just want to bash someones face in when i hear this album. I mosh around my room or at the bus stop or hell even on the bus. I will say i like public apology alittle more due to the song structures and souund..But both albums kick me harder than my ex gf.
I won't leave as desperate a comment/remark as my fellow breathren have, but this is pretty damn close to being an exact combination of Koro, Disorder and BOS if I may say so. Facts are indeed laden
Unfortunately I was banned from the punk house I used to go to for shows a week before they were coming to town. Then it got shut down for R allegations apparently. Lmao.
Love this band but can't help but laugh at the cover art trying to be edgy bc the leads at the bottom of the switch that go to the electric chair aren't even connected. In other words, no brain fireworks.
Ah dude totally forgot about them thabks dude been bored of the same old same old I got an f on a report in high school we had to make a mixtape for traveling west back in the Oregon trail days and I put just to get away on there and well yea lol cheers
