Torn
By the work of my own hands
Transgression
Has become tradition
As I try to move on
I get lost in old wrongs
Tired of the same mistakes
The kind of pattern it takes to
Tear my life down
My only wish is to forge a future not racked with guilt
But my choices have the ability to force me to
Watch it all blow up in my face again
Render me
Full of grief
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