Self Titled EP

by Het Ward

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released December 12, 2016

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Het Ward Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Kristine - Vocals, Lyrics.
Rye - Drums
Justin - Guitar
Kallen - Bass

recorded, mixed and mastered by Justin Bowen in Pittsburgh, PA.

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Track Name: T.G.F.F.S.
fuck your complicity
fuck your greed
fuck your transmisogyny
Track Name: CANDLES GO OUT
fuck off with your same old story
dismissive, revolting,you're abhorring
the dialogue you've been ignoring
an existence so fucking deploring
you're abhorring
you know it's true
so fuck you.
i'm hearing the same shitty "hymns"
seeing the same hands
we just can't win.
you are abhorring
Track Name: FENCE SITTER
I got another to add to the list of reasons
I can't make sense of your song
and how you treat my means of existence.
(so, fuck it).
I have nothing left to share
and I won't pretend for a second
that you are someone that I could share with again.
piss on your complacency
piss on your greed
piss on your fucking complicity.
fence sitter, slip away.
Track Name: DECENTER, DEFUSE, DISREGARD.
coming out just to crawl on my knees
coming out to a world that fucking hates me
crawling back from years of misplaced trust.
you don't know me, you don't know us.
so call me hard for calling your bluff
call it what you will.
did you get enough?
with your every stare, ever sneer, and all the apathy.
comes a voice that will forever be out of your reach.

fuck you.
Track Name: SINKING
sinking into my mind again
sinking into oblivion
sinking into the charades
of shit bro punks and their trashy ways
tired of polite resolve ignored
tired of their constant erasure
the clock strikes twelve, we're two bands in
clicks, away
fuck it all to the wind.
you're as punk as the trash on a tv screen
as shitty as the company you keep
that keeps you nested in your bigotry
we're the callous kids you drove into a corner
we're your demise drawn, no quarter.