1. |
...To The Grave
01:58
|
|||
|
Started out as a little pup, steady pissing on the sidewalk.
Saw the bodies outlined in chalk, still doing what you want and really didn't give a fuck.
Prepared to endure the horror, not beyond the darkness but around the corner.
Snows falling and its getting colder, eleventh hour get back to the sewers.
Work them fingers to the bone and still every living creature on earth dies alone. At least some days we find the sun to shine and it reminds us all that we've got a little more time.
After all this life I've lived, I wish I had advice to give; always watch the skies and poutine your fries.
There is no better teacher on this earth than failure.
Pounding pavement no destination or a living host for an infestation.
Failing semesters with addiction, just stay strong and soldier on.
Work them fingers to the bone and still every living creature on earth dies alone. At least some days we find the sun to shine and it reminds us all that we've got a little more time.
Those you hold close, keep them safe. Tomorrow's not just another day.
It's up to you to make a change and choose your own way to the grave.
|
||||
2. |
Knights
00:48
|
|||
|
One step starts a brutal battle.
First blood's drawn through toppling towers.
In pursuit of their ominous castle.
Refuse to demonstrate restraint or play safe.
Many will fall to fate but it just takes one to pierce the gate.
Cus behind enemy lines, one is sacrificed to bring the dead back to life.
Now, two knights and a hell spawned revenant .
Strategic, patient and clairvoyant.
With just three of us left, you've got nowhere to go.
|
||||
3. |
Knuckles
02:55
|
|||
|
We've both been close to losing our lives, taking turns keeping each other alive.
Between all the fights with strays and all those cold dopesick days.
I don't miss the ruined rugs or itching cus of body bugs.
Despite not having any money, we never wasted a day that was sunny.
I was there to take current from you, jaw locked on the cable you had to chew.
Extension cords don't even look like food.
I was first to smell the burnt flesh, then I heard her cry.
Had me praying like hadn't in a long time, that you wouldn't die.
We've both been close to losing our lives, taking turns keeping each other alive.
Between all the fights with strays and all those cold dopesick days.
I don't miss the ruined rugs or itching cus of body bugs.
Despite not having any money, we never wasted a day that was sunny.
Dinned on down again that day, I know I promised we'd play hockey.
I just gotta do something first, you know its like quenching thirst.
Now my lungs are losing air like this plastic matress, your black and white paws stood up on my chest.
Ears down, a quiet whine, intently watching my slowly closing eyes.
I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.
I'll be ...
|
||||
If you like Abrasive Measures, you may also like:
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments.
go to album
This Is All We Ever Get
by SPACED
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet.
go to album
Shybaby kicks out the jams on “Is This Intimate,” a snarling rock record that takes no prisoners.
go to album
On their ferocious self-titled debut, the Australian punks pit d-beat percussion against gnarled, metallic melodies.
go to album
Escape From New York
by Cash Bribe
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut.
go to album
Jagged post-punk from Sydney captures the sound of the ’70s in its acute angled guitars and detacted vocals.
go to album
Revved-up and totally askew post-punk from Buffalo’s Ismatic Guru, with guitars that corkscrew like mad.
go to album
