When your thoughts come back
Sharp and percussive
Waves of cold give way to numb
Skull to concrete
Bleeding and concussed
You’re waiting for feeling to come
Reigning in your motivation
Draining from your lips
Grossly distorted reflection
Counting the lost days
Begging for an endless slumber
Mind is wearing down
Silent wishing for perfection
Cutting to the bone
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