I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.
Get the new JMT. 4 real.
Don’t forget the struggle.
thanks everyone for coming out and sticking around saturday, everyone busting their asses on short notice for running the show and of course the SOUL CREW.
go and check new WORLD EATER, LOOK MY WAY and HANGIN’ TOUGH releases on SAVE MY SOUL RECORDS.
Next stop is Smash Fest with BORN FROM PAIN, WAR FROM A HARLOTS MOUTH and tons of other bands. See you next week.
wait till the music starts. hard as nails.
It looks like the system tries to hold me down
But guess what? I ain’t fucking around
You can’t deny the pride that I have shown
I grind hard and I must hold my own
next saturday. repost. reblog. paint the fucking streets with it and come around.
the underground will live forever.
like rats and roaches it’ll never go away.
I AM REALITY.
Check out a snipet from “Terminal Ballistics”. The song will appear on the upcoming HHF compilation. And since hardcore makes no sense without the lyrics:
TERMINAL BALLISTICS
See it everyday
A depression by design we can’t escape
Sleeping in the devils bed behind curtains torn
Try to catch a breath under the weight of a system collapse
I stray off your path - ain’t stray from the truth
Now you’re caught in your own trap
Can’t wash away the guilt with blood
Smashing through everything
The hate, the greed you want me to accept
Sliding fast. crashing hard.
Learn to love the lie you can’t resist
Tell me will you die for nothing?
Will you just fade and disappear?
Die for nothing
Birth To Box 7” available at limitedpressing. Comin’ with an exclusive cover for the SMS showcase. Get down or get it online.
coming up in November.
