Failed Solutions from Concision by Broken Few

They’ll kick you to the ground or chase you out of here. Its fear that gets us every time, our thoughts consistently sincere. I’ve staked my claim and for what its worth, spilled their blood in sacred earth. Continued, covert crimes and strife. Stand up straight, and do as best you can, make some moves to reach your land. But it makes no sense, nothings clear. Where’s your truth and what do you hold dear. Constant thoughts are bred by constant doubt. A lie once lived becomes the truth, another mandate to dilute. Now witness our ideals, all solutions have now failed, all ambition laid to rest. I’ve staked my claim, and for what its worth, spilled their blood in sacred earth.

• Hardcore
• Punk
• Punk Rock
• melodic hardcore
• post-hardcore
• punk
• Sunderland