I'll shove that cross around your neck down your fucking throat.
What's the point in fixing something if it never broke?
Comfortable with hate, for "He forgiveth all..."
I don't need anyone beside me, helping when I fall.
Can you say the same for yourself?
Look to the sky, at a ghost, for help.
Spending life on your fucking knees,
Devotion doesn't mean shit to me.
If I had it my way, you'd all bleed at the wrist
Like the savior you're so sure gives a fuck you exist.
If you had it your way, you would kill us off,
And the world would bow its head toward your blood-soaked cross.
We'll find out who the faggot is when your neck's between my teeth, motherfucker.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024