Your kind your place that's how you know us
Your pride your race that's what you show us
Now I know what you think of me
So what's the point of apologies
Keep your views of equality
Cause all your jokes are just sick to me
You only see what you want to see
But are your words what they claim to be
Do you really think of us as the same
Or am I just another color to you
You crossed the line so many times
So how do you expect we see eye to eye
What you do is what I despise
You try to hide it but we all know
I'm not afraid of what I have to show
For your ignorance, there's no room to grow
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024