A red flower stuck to your uniform is
The closest to run through you’ve ever been
Fingernail marks in your love handles is
The closest to wounded you’ve ever been
Period blood in your pubic hair is
The closest to bloodied you’ve ever been
Marching could teach rhythm at least
But you just wanna cum to the beat of your own drum
You teargas the air with your rank pheromones
Steeped even stronger in your douchey cologne
You’re on the hunt for some roofie-able cunt
Into which to dishonourably discharge
Pioneering Rhode Island mathcore legends follow up their first album in 21 years with a head-spinning four-track EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024