Countless mistakes you have made
The days go on, dragging the past you want to erase
Try to conceal the pain with false sense of superiority
But it never fades
Look away and tell yourself
The happiness is in your hand
Open your eyes
You can't wash everything away
The bright glories you've earned
The ugly failures of the past
They are all an overglaze on you
Can't smear it on anyone else
It's all yours
Can't be scraped or washed it away
Carry it on, until the day you die
Take a look at yourself
You only have what you've been through
Your glories and failures
Your conscience and malice
It's all yours
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