There`s nothing left that makes me come back
Nothing to fight for, there`s nothing left
Empty ideas from the past
time went by so god damned fast.
We wanted to be free, and kick some ass
To live loud and to live fast
We had the sound, the gang and the style
Until time so silently went by.
It was exciting, everything was new
We had a blast and blood on our boots.
There was a cause, `cause everything was shit
We were still green but we had grit.
And when I sing the songs that I`ve known for so long
It feels the same like when we were young
It might be empty, it might been gone
But I keep singing, I keep going on.
supported by 12 fans who also own “Back on attack”
RIXE hits that soft spot of nostaligia I have for old school French punk while being unmistakably and unapolegictally unique. Every track fuken shreds deen_du_nord