Wisdom in Chains. Pennsylvania hardcore.
“Now I’m grown and I can’t past it
The way I get chills when the music’s blasting
I never found nothing that could move me like this
With a fist in the air I must resist
Young and old, boys and girls
In every color around the world
We gather together every couple days
To honor the ones that paved the way
Oh no I can’t stop
I got marks on my skin and I’m ready to go
It’s in my veins and it’s in my soul
I love Hardcore Punk Rock’n’Roll”