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Truth E​.​P

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Michael F. The title track "Truth" is like the best of UNSANE wound into a tight, throbbing knot. Fans of old Am Rep Records titles; here is your new thundering punk rock anthem. Killer... Favorite track: Truth.
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released April 17, 2013

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Hornets Belfast, UK

Forming at a time when all those around them where trying to outdo each other with time signatures and who had the bigger pedal board, HORNETS emerged fully formed and ready. Harder, more brutal and dangerous that all those around them.

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Track Name: Truth
Don't try and bite the hand that feeds
Don't ever fuckin live up to me, through greed
You will bite the hand that feeds
Impossible to stand up to thee, a shovel in your fucking hands

When you're walking down the street everybody's looking for the answer
The answer, you and I will never have
When you're walking down the street everybody's looking for direction
Direction only the devil will have

You can't rise up be proud no
You can't step back reflect no
Dead Inside
You won't accept defeat boy
You can't live life with such self worth
expecting love with the blackest heart

When it's my time you will see me standing over you, with skin of leather and a heart of gold
Track Name: No Control
When I was a boy never saw this getting so complicated
When I was a boy never saw myself, never saw myself so frustrated
Pick it up, put it down, prove to me you want this crown
Pick it up, put it down, go see the doctor and take this crown

Head in a vice, No Control

Meeting toe to toe with your past ghosts getting so complicated
Meeting toe to toe with your demons, brains peaked, reached my limits
Pick it up, put it down, prove to me you want this crown
Pick it up, put it down, go see the doctor and take this crown

Head in a vice, No control
Searching for a soul, No control, all our lives,
Keeping going to the right one, cause I'm not sold
Track Name: Step Down
Step down, fuck off, don't make me tell you twice
Let go, we know what you did own up cunt
Fuck knows, just why you would do such a thing
Some where, Some place somebody is a shaking dog

Contain your rage - Explore a vice
Suffer pain at a price

Step down, pick up, the device on the table
Set fire to all the things that are a trace of you
We won't know, Just why you weren't dealt with fierce right
But where you're headed isn't a kick off the ass of hell

Contain your rage - Explore a vice
Suffer pain at a price
Track Name: F-Strings
Don't go solo, You'll see the story
Try go solo, To judgement you shall fail
You really wanna know
You couldn't care to know
You don't move so slow
Paranoid eyes peeled

If I ever loose my mind, I never wanna learn from you
And If I ever loose my mind, I'll never come looking you
That ship had sailed solo, all passengers aboard - Just two
That trip wasn't meant for you, so where the fuck did you get your tickets

I really wanna know
I never cared to know
I fucking moved so slow
Paranoid eyes peeled

If I ever loose my mind, I never wanna learn from you
And if I ever loose my mind, I'll never come looking you
Don't judge what the fuck you don't know, stir pots of your own
Not a saint but a sinner myself, stay away from me vulture
Don't judge what the fuck you don't know
Track Name: Weekend Warrior
No respect for this high class earner
No respect for this part time soldier
One life splits right in two
Pick up your shit & go rally the troops, tonight is the night you've been waiting for
You earn their respect, at your expense

Two sides of a blade,
just one kept sharp and even with your peice
you're still scared of the dark
One life splits right in two
A Stupid motherfucker with a dinosaur mind
I pity kids on the wrong side of tradition

Keep this secret close to your chest, this prehistoric mess runs through your washed brain
Be careful who you talk to tonight, one slip of the tongue and you'll meet your demise
Small town mentality

No doubt we all have a dark side
I choose my vent with a little humour
Once a year you take pride
Greed is the knife and the scars run deep
You're holding the knife and the scars run deep