Crush the weak and fuck the fakes.
The ones who never gave a damn in the first place.
The ones that take and take and take.
The ones that take away and never give back.
All our blood, our sweat, and our tears
The breath we use to scream all of these years.
All our blood, our sweat, and our tears
The breath we use to scream all of these years.
These words still mean
The world to me.
These words still mean
The world to me.
We don't need you.
We never fucking have.
You have nothing to offer.
We won't miss you when you're gone.
Through thick and thin only the die hard will stay.
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024