nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
skin you alive
and hang you dry

barbaric methods
shall be imposed 
heed all the warnings
you have been told

we're coming for you
we're taking what's ours

pillage the whole place
with guns knives and bombs 
seek and then tie down
these harlots and clowns

we're coming for you 
we're taking what's ours

this revolution
we don't have a plan
we just wanna kill you
we're sick of you chumps

you mother fuckers need to die again and again and again

and all over again

More Than Just a Car Crash

A D.I.Y indie collective, record label, scene, movement, and some other sorts.

More Than Just a Car Crash

New Misery