So many times when I can’t breathe
My eyes are open but I just can’t see
Reminiscing of when life was so easy
Before everyone was buried beneath me
All these years but what’s changed?
This bitter truth that still remains
And all the memories begin to burn
Can’t help but think, “when’s it my turn?”
When the laughter dies
I still hear those cries
A life of struggle, can’t stay in one place
A life of struggle, when death awaits
A life of struggle, can’t stay in one place
A life of struggle, when death awaits
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022