I am the forest fire
I am your sickest desire
I am you baying for blood
I am your worst nightmare
Dressed in casual attire
We are the youth
Banished to basements
Torn from the teat
Left to grow up in your rotten streets
We'll pick up the pieces
We'll blunt the knives
We'll tear your lives apart
In the blink of an eye
We'll tear your lives apart
In the blink of an eye
We'll cut off our ears
We'll sow up our eyes
So we can't hear or speak of
The ones that we despise
You'll hand out your pamphlets
While we brick up our doors
Cause conscience doesn't live
In our town any more
Any more.
I am a prophet
I am a God
Cause faith in my world
Won't be found on a cross
I am your prophet
I am your God
Cause sainthood in this world
Simply comes at a cost.
Sharptooth fight bigotry with melodic hardcore, their breakdowns an ideal vehicle for singer Lauren Kashan's incendiary insights. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2020
The New Jersey outfit cast a gothic pall over hard-hitting hardcore, leaving us with a deliciously murky set of pit-starters. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2018