Aggression Unchecked from VII by Starving Millions

Your aggressions unchecked
Will come to an end
Your own private hell
In your grave or a cell

You’re not to blame for your early life
Abused, mistreated, controlled by might
Now you roll up looking to fight
With no understanding of wrong from right

Aggressions unchecked
Eventually end

It might be the reason, it’s not an excuse
You’re a grown fucking man, with child’s attitude
One day you’ll meet a cunt worse than yourself
You’ll be dead in the gutter or locked a cell


They’ll make you feel their pain
No remorse, you are to blame
You’ve been digging your own grave
And every dog must have its day

Aggressions unchecked
Eventually end

• Punk
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• post-hardcore
• punk hardcore
• Wellington