The wounds are too deep, The lies are hollow
I’m choking on fallacies, they’re too much to swallow
Everyday a new civil scare
Throw some Petty fables and they’re unaware
I need to see beyond the curtain
I want to be fucking certain
Illusions forged for the masses
Power, Wealth, the plague never passes
The Illusions proceed uncontested
The Power is ours, too weak to accept it
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022