Jasmine Skies from Rust by Mammock

Dogs howl and we kill the pain
Crypto-fascistic lies
Your filters, glammed up lives
Your parastatal ties

Call us by a different name
Bold faces, hood mind tricks
You will regret your stay here

She breathed out in her mother’s arms
Night air filled up with jasmine
Class hatred, brewed so long
Tonight we burn the sky

Where is it, that notion, that poisonous whisper
that separates the desperate from the undecided?

Did we bury it under our longings, our suffering, our fatigue?
What happened anyway?

Where are our ethics, our support,
our bonds that shook their judgement?

How long before we fuse our senses and ideals
with those of our oppressors?

As the sky darkens, as the aromas change into toxic,
as our comrades fall, as balconies fill with fear…I ask

How do you feel?

“I feel like a little worm on a big fuckin’ hook”

Well boy, your momma must be damn proud of you!

Give us something more
You send us begging home
The lights on our streets are off
But no longer mask the gore

So what, what you thought was gonna go down?
That we ‘d forever shut up, bow down to the crown?
No more tears to shed, our heroes are already dead
and we ‘re here to kill the rest; we ‘re here to slay the next.

Oh, this is the retribution, slums, ghettos scream for freedom
A history of violence. Our babies will choke your snakes.

Our arms, our battles, our streets, our people.
We asphyxiate but we don't pretend.

• Punk
• art punk
• metal
• noise rock
• post-hardcore
• Athens