Trying to understand
What happened back then
What was I supposed to do?
You ask me, “was I abused?”
“No,” I say, “Not at all.”
Boldface lie, the bruises dissolve
Disgusting hands against my skin
That six year old boy exposed to Sin
Don’t know where to go
Don’t know what to do
My whole life
What the fuck is true?
I want this out of my head
I want the memory fucking dead
I want this out of my head
I need this memory dead
But every time I close my eyes, I see his eyes staring me down. I see his lips quivering. I see his hands reaching.
I thirst for it
Hold me down
Bind my hands and feet
This is how I find meaning
Hit me. Hit me motherfucker. Fucking touch me. Don't fucking touch me.
Good times to be alive when there’s so fucking much great music around.
Golden Age we are in now the digital sample rates has improved greatly and over taken anything analog 44.1 ever made.
Clarity nowadays has opened the stereo field significantly just crisp cleanly placed instrument chords and drum kits are now the standard.
Fucking Beautiful times to be alive. ♥️🤙🏻
Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023