Sewer Tribunal

NYHC hardcore-rap and hc-punk with heavy down-tuned guitars, fast stomping drums, industrial rave flashes, and psycore squalls; verse hits like a pit-starting bark, pre-chorus narrows to a tense gang-shout build, chorus opens into catchy shout-along hooks with layered low raspy voices, Add siren risers, reversed impacts, and metallic hits; mix is raw, loud, and serrated, hardcore, low, industrial, punk, trance, rap

I wake up mean in a filth-stained frame Face in the drain, I don’t say my name Your polished grin makes me wanna spit All that fake-ass grace, I’m sick of it Paycheck lungs and a plastic spine Selling your soul for a parking line I smell the rot when you walk by Same old slime in a new suit tie Knee-deep in the muck you made Every smile a blade Hands up, say it loud We are the cut in the crowd Hands up, bite right back World full of teeth and cracked black masks Sewer tribunal, judge me now Sewer tribunal, bite me now We don’t kneel, we break the crowd Sewer tribunal, scream it out Sewer tribunal Sewer tribunal Your clean little rules got blood on the page Milk-fed wolves in a rented cage You call it peace, I call it fraud A shopping mall with a corpse in God Panic in the aisle, prayer in the vape Every shiny promise turns to scrape I want the brick, I want the rust I want the whole damn system crushed No saints here, no cure, no crown Drag the whole thing down Hands up, say it loud We are the cut in the crowd Hands up, bite right back World full of teeth and cracked black masks Sewer tribunal, judge me now Sewer tribunal, bite me now We don’t kneel, we break the crowd Sewer tribunal, scream it out Sewer tribunal Sewer tribunal Half-lit room, no mercy left One more lie, one last breath I laugh at the wreck you feed I laugh when your gold turns green burn it burn it burn it down Sewer tribunal, judge me now Sewer tribunal, bite me now We don’t kneel, we break the crowd Sewer tribunal, scream it out Sewer tribunal Sewer tribunal

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