He's running a muck on a wasted night,
No real ambition or a care in life.
The battle hits the streets, he fights.
Everything else to him has become such a bore,
And anything else would be a waste of time.
So who shall be the first to die?
It's now your time.
On the back of your neck you feel his breath.
It's now your time.
Endure the pain till he destroys the brain.
It's now your time.
He's come for you!
Now he's on the run,
Living a life of pain.
Slapping his arm, tapping the vein.
A breaking point, there's no return.
Now he won't look back he's too scared.
To see the dark cloaked figure,
Only woe he brings. His fate is set in stone, he dies!
Witty and raucous as ever, the Chicago noise-rockers rip into "flat earthers" and "tween shitbags" with misanthropic glee. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2019