The wind with stories blew to my ears
I picture darkness with dead dried trees
A lost boy standing alone in the cold
The pain and confusion you went through..
People try to give you advice
As if they were speaking a different language
For the words mean nothing to you
It didn't ease the pain or cure the woes
You left behind a dead dried branch
Blowing away with past discomfort memories
The wind will carry your echo of sorrow
Your hurt and your anger flows away
Taking all your sadness to the other side
As your heart stops with a last beat
Why now do we care
Why now do we cry
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I needed this to stream. own this on vinyl on a few colors. if you were pu k in the 90s, you owned this album or you weren't a real punk. mywifeisgoingtokillme
Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2023
Brutal dark punk from the excellent New York group Pawns fuses razorlike riffs with pitch-black vocals to chilling effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 24, 2017