The wounds by those two horns so deep
I could see the other side
You chuckled to yourself
I couldn't look at it straight
I never reach out my hand
I felt so hopeless
The regret never let me sleep
The tragedy repeats again and again
Every time I see it, his scars duplicate on me
Seized by his pain
Two horns point straight at me
Every time I close my eyes
Suffering piles up, hatred grows
I can't stand it
Through this suffering and hatred, I now possess it
Held tight in these bleeding hands
The tremble never stops
I'll cut your horns down
With this suffering and hatred
I'll stab your body with those two horns
I'll cut your horns down
I'll gouge your eyes out
I'll give you the suffering you created
The circle of sacrifice
It will never end
It never ends
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