Used to call me friend, then you fucking quit, now you run your mouth, now you're talking shit. Tell me keep an image, to look and act tough, you're nothing but a faggot, of you I've had enough. You choose style over substance now what does that say about you? Sleeping on the streets, you haven't got a home. Cause you refuse to call your mom, on your fucking cellphone. Hundreds of studs and patches galore, you're not a fucking punk, you're nothing but a fucking whore. You choose style over substance now what does that say about you?
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024