This is the year of no growth
This is the year of perma-death
Limited in expression
Without the ability to fail
Held to impossible standards
We find ourselves bound
Little has been done to illuminate
The world around you
Reality consists of only what's been regurgitated
Dick
If this is the path that we will take
On thin ice that can't take our weight
Don't be surprised when we all drown
You will reap what you have sewn
When you push your ideals through fascist means
Just means that we will all go down
We all drown
This Spanish punk outfit carries forward an assortment of '80s hardcore influences, leaning heavy on riffs and speed. Pure pogo. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 6, 2017