How much I fuckin love
Sweet taste of blood on my lips.
It's a saturday night,
I don't care who's right.
Clenching my fist to you,
I'm here, what you gonna do?
The city's calling and I accept the challenge.
I'll fight you one on one, till your crooked smile's gone.
The street will be the ring for us and your one and only judge.
How much I fucking love
Sweet taste of blood on my lips.
It's a saturday night,
It's time to rid with pressure built inside,
to let it all go
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023