I'm not this shell,
I'm not this mask,
I'm not this flesh,
So why to judge?
We are trapped in this prison of identity,
by external conception of being you claim superiority,
but the time will give the reason,
a higher vision, because all your empty words will come down.
Your sentence of death is near,
cutting up every trace of these lies,
of emptiness, of pride, of prejudice, of wickedness.
And death will come,
tearing apart your skin,
and death will come,
tearing apart your life,
your sick obsession with all these lies,
but I will stand and fight
and I will light my way, with the torch of knowledge.
I'm not this shell,
I'm not this mask,
I'm not this flesh,
I'm not this flag,
I'm not this border,
I'm not this body.
supported by 6 fans who also own “Flesh And Bones”
Impressive hardcore here. Was really impressed with not only the sound, but also the spirit behind the music. This is angry and in your face. Speaks well to the potential fascist future that we face. Well worth your listen! JDMP
Northeast straight-edge hardcore taken to the cathartic, infectious extreme; a fiery EP fueled by spite, spirit, and sick riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable May 24, 2023