Spoke to my doctor
And among other things
Mentioned I can’t escape the smell of rotting flesh
He looked nervous
Said that this was odd
Prescribed some more pills and advised I take them all
No eye contact
You all look away
You know what’s going on but I’m beyond all help
So as the paint starts to chip away, it’s all just fucking weight
I’ve got to hold myself up these days
I’ve got to hold myself up
You all know I’m dying
Look worse every day
Rotting from the inside out
You know I need help
But you can’t take that risk
No one can acknowledge that this is real
So as the paint starts to chip away, it’s all just fucking weight
I can’t hold myself up these days
I can’t hold myself up
I know your game, I’ve been there too, and nothing fucks you worse than truth
But I’ll swear to any fucking god that you’re not in this by yourself
Look around and tell me that you haven’t seen the signs
Our lives are fucked, we know its true, we’ve seen the horrors on the news
We’ve seen the kids with bloated stomachs, trash islands and epidemics
Still, no one tries
I hate myself but that ends now, I’ve got something to scream about
I’ll fucking die before I give up and trade my morals for convenience
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023