I can't seem to place my finger on why I've become this way / was it my sheltered youth or did I just never hear the truth / greedy pockets, empty hands and empty hearts / well I was too young to know that I was force fed the good book / reciting words that I never meant / I am the victim of false pretence and an advocate for regret / I am the bastard son of truth / but a voice for all the youth / everyday we pay for our own graves / but I'd rather spend it on my living days / every day we dig in to our pockets to pay for our own graves / when faith fails you, you'll see life through my eyes.
Raw, expressive, and achieves a remarkable balance between melody and sharp hardcore edge. It presents a type of duality that makes euphony and cacophony sound beautiful together, like rice and beans (a complete protein) :) Love the sound, this split demonstrates impressive talent! Kenny McGalem