K.R.K.
Another absolute banger from probably the most underrated band in punk. Nobody's mixing rock, prog, and hardcore sounds like Direct Hit. The only downside is that this makes me want a new album so badly my bones itch.
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lyrics
Glass on, livin a lie, you've got a sick, sad way about ya
Mask on, blink in the sky, you're all alone by yourself in this place
You're in a 'scape spaced out thinkin when'll you learn to just give in, shutter mind and then split straight to the center of the god in the dirt to teach a lesson everyone just won't get
You're in the wasteland / suffer your fate
You're in the wasteland / nothing left for you to await
Sinkin in abyss and think about all the lies you were told by the sick and tired mass / Sink in this abyss and think about all the lives that were lost in your apocalypse, say it
Glass off tired of the dream in your head, you're fuckin tired of the dread, fuckin tired of it, these dead sadsack prophets sayin 'LIVE BY YOURSELF' / you're fuckin tired of the life that you've got
You're in the wasteland / suffer your fate
You're in the wasteland
First things first: Gotta lie to yourself about whether or not you need somebody else to feel good / No use in complaining about it, time to lock out your mind and turn to walls and just shout / Not you're a live wire lit up on computers, pathetic / In this sick, sad world where nobody fits in
What's your attitude? Dour at best? It puts your mind, blood vessels, and your soul to the test
Mask on, time to repay the debt you owe to the Borg in the Heat
Mask on, what'll you say when it controls everything that you think?
But when your mask's off all you do is crawl to the door
You're fuckin tirred of the world, fuckin tired of all the sadsack shit satellites, all-seeing eyes making everything seem like it's fake
We're in the wasteland / Are we even alive?
You're in the wasteland, waiting for our death to arrive
First things first: Gotta lie to yourself about whether or not you need somebody else to feel good / No use in complaining about it, time to lock out your mind and turn to walls and just shout / Not you're a live wire lit up on computers, pathetic / In this sick, sad world where nobody fits in
credits
released March 7, 2023
PERFORMED by DIRECT HIT
Nick Woods - Vocals / Guitar
Logan Stang - Drums
Joram Zbichorski - Bass
Maura Weaver & Devon Kay - Add'l Vocals / Guitar
WRITTEN & RECORDED by Nick Woods
MIXED by Mike Kennerty
ART by Walker Dubois
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