So be it, if we’re the last ones left.
It’s all we are, maybe all we’re gonna be
Might be cast aside but that don’t bother me
So be it, if we gotta fight
I’ll be damned if I toe the line
The worst is yet to come but I’ll struggle for what’s mine
Not one step back
Against them all, I’ll dwell on the fringe
Outside of the outside looking in
The scars on my hands are for a reason
This world disposed of us but I won’t make it easy for em
With fury, pride, violent glory
Pissin’ on your territory
Wade into the fire again
One battle ends and another begins
So be it, so be it
In the end I know we’ll win
Cause death will end our suffering
But as long as I can form a fist
I’ll war forever with you my friend
So be it, is what you said to me
It’s in the blood scolding in our veins
We might crease and grey
But the madness always stays
So be it, it’s what you said to me
When the walls were closing in
And the future looks grim
We give them no surrender
To the bitter fuckin’ end
Powerful in every way, this DC hardcore group's first full-length is the siren song to having no home as a person of color—in punk, in society, in America. It could not have arrived at a more appropriate time. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 15, 2016