The truth was spun on 45s
A distort answer to system lies
And here we're standing movementless
Regurgitating hopelessness
Lost in subliminal imagery
In fear of shouting anarchy
Will they hear or will they sneer
Will I be shunned for liberty?!?!
Now the gathering of the 100s
Imitating what someone else did
Without an enemy but thine self
subculture packed and shelved
Forced underground by social choice
Where no one hears our muffled voice
No one sees our violent rage
No one cares, not even me...
Life's a bore and here we live it
Self destruction oh punk innit
To shake things up, to cause a riot
So we dream underground and quiet
The social choice to make some noise
To shout what's right with our voice
An endless truth for us to tell
And to die up on the record shelf
No, No! We don't want your future!
No, No! We don't want no future!
Powerful in every way, this DC hardcore group's first full-length is the siren song to having no home as a person of color—in punk, in society, in America. It could not have arrived at a more appropriate time. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 15, 2016