I wish I could tell you everything
I'd hope enough air would fill my lungs
To tell how how much I'd love to warm my hands
On the fires of everything that has gone before
The half cocked halos of all the believers
The burning hearts of the born again
The forked tongues of the great deceivers
When all our hopes fall face down
In the shallow waters of these smalls
Why would we believe in anything
When this world leaves us to drown?
Why would we we believe in anything
When this world leaves us to drown?
Heavy hands need not pray
While your twelve apostles have their say
We've been butchered in boardrooms
We've been thrown to the wolves
Our skin has been marked with the words of your holy books
This might be the end of the world
This might be the end of your world
This might be the end of the world
This might be the end of your world.
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