You say my God is a fake. At least I stand for something What do you even believe? That everything around us Is just an accident... I'm no accident.
I'm not forcing my faith on you, I'm just trying to live my life. You’re so focused on tearing down Everything that I believe.
Up there on your soap box Preaching your non belief. You’re the hypocrite You've become everything you hate.
Shoving your godlessness Down my throat. I'm nothing like you. I'll never be like you.
Who are you to say... What I can and can't believe? Who are you to say! What I can and can't believe?
I'm not brainwashed, I've just looked outside my window, Refusing to accept That everything i see,
And everything I feel Is anything but The hand of the divine. anything but the hand of the devine.
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023
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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