This war isn't ours to fight
The men in suits send the working class to die
It's Our bloodshed
It's Our parents cries
It's Their wallets fed
And they've robbed us blind
We're nothing more than the pawns in their game
Control, conquest
They Rule us like kings
Well I'm no fucking peasant
I'm no fucking Slave
You may have me cornered
But I refuse to break
This is reality
A world consumed by corruption and inequality
These lie's that fill our lungs with smoke just like the air we breathe
Been screaming for a change
But this slate won't be wiped clean
The cost of freedom is a lie they've tried to hide
But every secret must cross from darkness to light
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020