You might bite your tongue and pretend that it's not true
But I’ve this funny feeling
And I think that you do too
Just look in your eyes
All washed over and glazed
I'm about to break it down
With just one simple phrase
So cut me slow
I can see what’s up ahead and I already know
Cut me slow
Pull the knife out of my back and take me home
I’ve been working out
Some type of master plan
Of making myself better
But I don’t think that I can
Self doubt rubs deep
So it's time to turn the page
Gotta work it out
Instead of bottling the rage
So cut me slow
I can see what's up ahead and I already know
Cut me slow
Pull the knife out of my back and take me home
I feel it creeping in
Under my fucking skin
Here is comes again
Why don't you cut me slow?
So slow that I won't even know
Cut me slow.
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
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024