1. |
Interloper
02:02
|
|
||
|
I’ve been working thirteen hours
Every inch of my body hurts so why are you here?
Same time
Every single night
Ten minutes before close
I’m being paid to be here
I’m not your friend
I want to count my drawer and go to bed
Every night you sit in that chair and you tell me what you want
But I know what your really want
You want me to sing and dance
And never wipe this smile off my face
I can’t even begin to describe how much you make me want to scream
I don’t want to be here
I want you to look me in the eyes
And explain how that joke is funny
I want you to ignore every instinct telling you to open up your mouth
And stop talking to me about my hair
I don’t want to be here
If I wanted your opinion I would have asked
Stop trying to get us to validate your ego
You’ve hit on everyone who works here
Nobody wants to fuck you
|
||||
2. |
Lust for Pleasure
01:49
|
|
||
|
Hedonistic fantasy
Suffocating reality
No regard for the lives at stake
Humans, animals, no one's safe
A thirst never quenched
A belly full but never content
Happiness is a bloated ego
Bodies pile up row after row
Lust for pleasure at our expense
Your decadence will be our death
Forest fires rage
Books burned for warmth
A mother peers in relief at her child scorned
Your rot has spread
You are a disease
How can you gorge yourself with mouths to feed?
Mother forgive us
|
||||
3. |
Failed State
01:38
|
|
||
|
The promise of a “better life” is a fleeting illusion.
Born on razed, stolen land and built by those in chains.
Your founding fathers lied
Setting the example
You’ve been sold a dream
A failed state exposed
A rising tide lifts all boats
“look what we’ve created”
Our history doomed to repeat
A storm unabated.
The veil, quickly thinning
America a farce
The grift has lost its charm
And so it goes
Can’t you see?
It’s not a dream
it’s a fucking nightmare.
A failed state exposed
|
||||
4. |
Walang Hiya
03:04
|
|
||
|
Would you call me a slut if my areolas were bare?
Does it matter or not we learned it from you?
Who came to our home and covered us up
Made us kneel to a patriarchal god
You have no right to police my body
WALANG HIYA - I HAVE NO SHAME
My skin was made to drink the sun
My skin was made in the image of resistance
Adorn me in sampaguita
Before white Catholics show up
Before white Catholics showed up
We shared the rivers and seas
We embraced collectivity
They brought us disease
Bought and sold and still told us
We’re going to hell
WALANG HIYA
I feel like I’m alone
Reclaim my voice
To shatter swords and take back my shores
And put your king in the ground
How sweet to die for your own land
Where the sun shines all is your friend
Supercilious men call me savage
Glory to the bangkaw that killed Magellan
AYOKO SAYO we're coming for you
Blood on the shores and heads on our plates
AYOKO SAYO make no mistake
We will never satiate
Pintados and cannibals in our blood
Isang bagsak on our tongues
Nieves Fernandez slit your throat
No fucking gods
|
||||
5. |
This Land
01:55
|
|
||
|
Does the suffering of blood lines
My brother does not know
Fall upon my shoulders
Cause I was born in our home
Across The great expanse of ocean
Of blood and tears
Did I waste away the hard earned existence?
With no return?
But this land was never our land
Ripped from the innocent hands it belongs to
Infested by those who seek pain and power
Born with a gift.
Blessed with culture.
Rich with passion and an excess of strength.
The hope for a better life brings us here.
Across The great expanse of ocean
Of blood and tears
Did I waste away the hard earned existence?
With no return?
A societal standard implemented
to suppress and shatter
Corrosive and damning
Manipulated to be the way you want me to be
Faced with a reality
I can no longer see
Ideology of dead slave masters is no life for me
Born with a gift. Blessed with culture.
Rich with passion and an excess of strength.
The hope for a better life brings us here.
|
||||
6. |
Unholy Intent
03:13
|
|
||
|
Night falls and you feel me
With bated breath you become
An unsuspecting victim
You’re torn up, bones broken
Your flesh is mine
Can you feel it?
My fingers on your spine
This body is a tomb
I die eternally in doom
I am a vessel of evil
Free me with fire
Unholy intent
The devil's seen my fate
Do I deserve more than damnation?
Mortality means nothing
Do you know what it’s like?
To release all fear and inhibition?
Unholy intent
Beholden to depravity
A marriage of Perverse abomination
Embrace your new reality
Unholy intent,
Bathed in blood and fire.
A decadent indulgence.
Your suffering is my desire.
A conscience is shed,
a new skin brandished
and worn with pride.
Unholy intent
Beholden to depravity
A marriage of Perverse abomination
Embrace your new reality
Unholy intent
Beholden to depravity
There's no escape from me
Embrace your new reality
|
||||
Stress Positions Chicago, Illinois
Chicago Hardcore Punk
No sympathy for police
If you like Stress Positions, you may also like:
Impenetrable Cerebral Fortress
by Gulch
supported by 56 fans who also own “Walang Hiya”
idk how anyone is supposed to listen to this and not wanna beat the fuck outta someone. this is some good shit man
go to album
supported by 56 fans who also own “Walang Hiya”
fuck this is some sludgy, noisy assed, breakneck quick tuney shit!!!! total quality!!!!?
go to album
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments.
go to album
Sinister Feeling
by Sinister Feeling
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 29, 2024
go to album
This Is All We Ever Get
by SPACED
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet.
go to album
