dogs to the pound
it aint hard to see were getting pushed around
like stray dogs picked and thrown in the pound
I aint your dog/ i aint your hound/ salvation is nowhere to be found
strangling yanking pulling my leash/ restricting my values/ restricting my speech
plucked from the streets/ like the rights of your peers
no more crying/ no more tears
locked away no escape from the pound/ no sense of home/ no safe and sound
going unnoticed/ out of sight/ ill never understand how you sleep at night
were sick and tired/ weve all had enough
conditions getting worse although theyve always been rough
your crimes have gone unpunished for too long
how cant you see that what you're doing is wrong
stay alert/ one day well all snap
and you'll rue the day that the dogs bite back
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023