Cycles from Persistent Wounds by Abrade

were drawn in by sets to decay
feasting on sights grotesque and mundane
drink it in the unconsciousness
grind us down yet refuse to resist
mass information chokes at our freewill
manipulations telling sides, feats and ills
influence gained fires start to build
infeststations
selling lies, cheats and kills
this clever game forced to choose sides
casting much doubt where evil resides
true poison speaks as tainted word
those with power intend to watch us all burn
medias lie true victims defined
cries for facts only increase divides
when we bleed the stories lead
controlled by fear the bastards engineer
we burn as they light the fuse
when fear controls the herd there's only empty word

• Hardcore
• Midwest
• Punk
• St. Louis