You can't coerce me with your vitriol.
Your hatred is nothing new to me.
You spread your lies, and smear the antinomy.
Your ignorance is a disease.
Well I’m back, here I go,
Spittin’ ordinance about shit I don’t know.
I’m a poser, a fuckin’ hypocrite.
Say what you want, I don’t care,
‘Cause I know this is exactly who I am.
Cram your bull shit mother fucker. Fuck you!
You can't coerce me with your vitriol.
Your hatred is nothing new to me.
You can’t deny the hidden allegory.
Your arrogance is a disease.
Well I’m back, here I go.
So remember when you see me at the show,
I’m an asshole, a fuckin’ lunatic.
Say what you want, I don’t care,
‘Cause I know this is exactly who I am.
Cram your bull shit mother fucker. Fuck you!
credits
from Scour the Waste,
released April 12, 2013
Written By: Tommy Slade
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019