Jett Fuel from Anthill by The Linecutters

I'm entrenched in a thick and unenjoyable haze. I'm either too high to talk or living miserable days. Ferryman, won't you row me to brighter shores?

It's all wrong.

I can no longer express how much I hate my existence, everyday is a test of my heart and my patience. I'm fucking rotting. Do you know what it's like?
Someone give me a gun or any bottle of pills. I will no longer allow the sickness to keep me ill. Hallelujah. We're mortal men.

It's all wrong.

I see us as insects on a fragile anthill.
What's that make me as an individual?
Do tell, am I a defector or just another narcissist?
I genuinely can't tell.
Revolution, revolution. Empty faces scream out for the revolution.
Determination procreation, the disgusting persistence of evolution.
One day I'll kill everyone.

It's all wrong.

• Punk
• Thrash Punk
• hardcore punk
• melodic hardcore
• ska punk
• skacore
• Gilbert