You bring a man down to his knees.
Break his back and then you tell him he's weak.
As you blindfold his eyes, hand over fist you feed your greed.
And you'll never know what it's like, to be brushed aside.
We're the wicked, seeing the world through borrowed eyes.
You count us out before we leave the womb.
We're just a number, we mean nothing to you.
What can we do, this is the only thing that we were shown.
And you'll never know what it's like, to be brushed aside.
We're the wicked, seeing the world through borrowed eyes.
And you'll never know what it's like, no you'll never no.
We're the wicked slaves to the world, all we do is survive.
Blind eyes will learn to see the mess you've made.
My eyes, in time, caught on to your charade.
And you'll never know what it's like, to be brushed aside.
We're the wicked, seeing the world through borrowed eyes.
And you'll never know what it's like, no you'll never no.
We're the wicked slaves to the world, why should we even try?
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023