Extinction A.D. - Under The Hood (Official Stream)

Artist: Extinction A.D. Song: Under The Hood Album: Ruthless Intent BUY/STREAM - https://orcd.co/RuthlessIntent _____________________________________________ Label: Unique Leader Records Genre: Metal Band Lineup: Rick Jimenez - vocals, guitar Ian Cimaglia - lead guitar Tom Wood - bass Mike Sciulara - drums Credit: -Produced By: Brett Romnes & XAD -Mixed and Mastered By: Brett Romnes (Barbershop Studios) -Artwork By: Lauren Moran -EP Layout By: Lauren Moran _____________________________________________ Under The Hood (Music - Rick Jimenez, Tom Wood. Lyrics - Rick Jimenez) The weight of reformation, weakened authorization, Looming fear of the unknown, how will you fare when you’re exposed? A simple deeper look under your modern hood Culprit of violation, repackaged as sainthood A spineless disposition with a hair-trigger temper Exude an angry shell, cracked to show an offender How far can the, truth be stretched? How long can we live, with regret? Not burning effigies in place of the real thing Its now or never, diseased veins get severed Let the body bleed out, reform is a hopeless endeavor Its now or never, diseased veins get severed Disclosed, we’re awake to these united mistakes You know thats the fucking truth Self-righteous klans-mans game without a book of rules Wife beating archetype playing the world for fools The weak are thrilled to embrace the lie, convinced the brave are the first to die This systems fucked when the nightmares lasts all through the light How far can the, truth be stretched? How long can we live, with regret? Not burning effigies in place of the real thing Its now or never, diseased veins get severed Let the body bleed out, reform is a hopeless endeavor Its now or never, diseased veins get severed Disclosed, we’re awake to these united mistakes So we clean up Misanthropy grows like the filth on my nose when you dig deep into my every action You were bound to find something that crosses the line to quell the power-hungry’s satisfaction And so the adrenaline rush reaches the depths of my gut when the impending situation unfolds How far can the, truth be stretched? How long can we live, with regret? Not burning effigies in place of the real thing