Flipper

They hated fans. Hated themselves. They probably even hated the sun. They made some ground breaking Hardcore, though.




Their lyrics read like morbid poetry:

There are eyes that cannot see
And fingers that cannot touch
That's the way of the world

There are dreams left empty and blank
And legs that have ceased to walk
That's the way of the world

There are kisses undelivered
Sighs and moans unuttered
That's the way of the world

There are hearts no longer beating
And there are entrails spilled on the floor
That's the way of the world