Fuck the food, some light will do
I will give all of my fingers to you
So you own their glory when they work and writhe
Grind and grind and grind and grind
My hands are your hands your thoughts are my thoughts
My hands are your hands your thoughts are my thoughts
So I’m surprised
By your shock that
You killed yourself
What do you want?
We all write ourselves into corners where we
Wait to die like hoarders
I’m in the walls
My shell is clean
I still want more
We all write ourselves into corners
Corners in which we must die
It’s a joke
Does breakcore make you happy? Does hardcore make you happy? Does everything else make you angry? Then this is the album for you. Every hardcore band will be trying to sound like this in ten years. Human Empathy Machine
Some of the catchiest hardcore I've ever heard. Like someone edited together all the most fun parts of The Chariot's back catalogue into one lean, hooky, heavy album. Human Empathy Machine