You don't like the clothes I wear
I'll shave my head or grow my hair
What makes you look over here?
What are you, queer?
You call my music sonic poison
"Turn it down, it's annoyin'!"
But it gives me pleasure to aggravate
The ones I hate
Walking down the street, a bottle grazes off your head
From a window someone laughing, spitting on your head
Find a weapon, bash their skulls in, don't they make you sick?
Kill these fucking pricks — NOW!
Skins and 'bangers join and fight as one
Those who persecute battle 'til they've won
Tired of being pressured to join their plastic army
You conforming clones will be sorry!
I won't change for anyone
Keep fighting 'til I'm done
I got a right to be myself...
And you can go fuck yourself!
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021