Member Since: 2/17/2006
Band Website: chokeholdrecords.com
Influences: god, life, love, friends and the pursuit of quality music.
Sounds Like: A mass of hands press on the market window/
Ghosts of progress/
Dressed in slow death/
Feeding on hunger/
And glaring through the promise/
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle/
A mass of nameless at the oasis/
That hides the graves beneath the masters hill//
Buried for drinking/
The rivers water/
While shackled to the line/
At the empty well/This is the new sound/
Just like the old sound/
Just like the noose wound/
Over the new ground/Listen to the fascist sing/
Take hope here/
War is elsewhere/
You were chosen/
This is god's land/
Soon well be free/
Of blot and mixture/
Seeds planted by our/
Forefathers hand/A mass of promises/
Begin to rupture/
Like the pockets/
Of the new world kings/
Like swollen stomachs/
In Appalachia/
Like the priests that fuck you/
As they whisper holy things/
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now/
Sharpened on suffering/
Woven into slings/
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress/
Taking today what tomorrow never brings/This is the new sound/
Just like the old sound/
Just like the noose wound/
Over new ground//Aint it funny how the factorys doors close/
Round the time that the school doors close/
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells/
Open up to greet you like the reaper/
Aint it funny how the factorys doors close/
Round the time that the school doors close/
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells/
Open up to greet you like the reaper/This is the new sound/
Just like the old sound/
Just like the noose wound/
Over the new ground//////////Like ashes in the fall
Record Label: Chokehold Records
Type of Label: Indie