Quasarborn’s 2nd album „A Pill Hard to Swallow“ coming January 24th 2020!
Check out our latest video, „Atlas“: https://youtu.be/0tIBhBzVUL4
BandCamp: https://quasarborn.bandcamp.com/album/the-odyssey-to-room-101
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-odyssey-to-room-101/1368096602
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Room-101-Explicit/dp/B07BYDRXT2/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5pG973qLrfbF4TkiCO58Yb
SUBSCRIBE: http://tinyurl.com/hqr662j
Quasarborn is
Luka Matković – Vocals, guitars
Marko Danilović „Tihi“ – Drums
Đorđe Luković – Guitars
Miloš Tomasović – Bass
Filmed and edited by Đorđe Stojiljković
Recorded, mixed, mastered and produced by Luka Matković in Citadela studio, Belgrade
Special thanks to Filip Nikolić, Marko Krstajić and Atom Akademija
Follow Quasarborn:
Website: https://www.quasarborn.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/quasarborn101/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/quasarborn/
Lyrics:
Barging straight in, mosh, bang, stage dive
Break a few limbs on the way, you’re just fine
Breathe dirt and sweat, beers fly overhead
Thrash metal mania back from the dead
We’re anti-everything, brotherhood forged in blood
Bash your pseudo-virtue, we pray to our own god
Impose your rebellion
On society’s decay
Outshout their judgment
Do it your own way!
Head against the wall
Do whatever it may take
Live the underground
Do it your own way!
Poverty stricken, nothing to eat
Who gives a fuck, man, just crank the skank beat
Parade our uniforms, sleeping in trains
Romping through life as such with toxic veins
Irreverent hoodlums terrorize your neighborhood
Carve fear into your bones with rock solid attitude
Impose your rebellion
On society’s decay
Outscream their judgment
Do it your own way!
Head against the wall
Do whatever it may take
Live the underground
Do it your own way!
Destroyed in the corner, face buried in palms
Father’s obit, rests on the floor, calm
Hungry and tired and broke and no job
Of easy life he has been robbed
Reality strikes and his idols betray
The will to live fading away
Reached a dead end, all the pressure devours
Slowly deteriorate into a state of sheer desperation
Suffocate in the sounds of your own screams
And who you used to be
Seeming so distant and pale
Like awakened from a pleasant dream
Chapters unforeseen
Are yet to be unfolded
