Observations on a post-apocolyptic world told through a father-son conversation.
lyrics
We're drinking in the last dregs
We've raped the land, sky, and sea.
If you want to eat you'll serve our greed
Cake for all until no mouths can speak
Dead air, burn my lungs, eyes sting, slowly suffocating
If we, could, go back in time and see the clear blue skylines before they were wiped away like fog from glass, just gone one day
Speak to me, of days long past, of verdant greens and deep blue seas, and starlit plains that stretch for days or the lost sounds of children at play.
Father how were we so blind, were there not signs? The bold headlines? Increased divides? Public outcry?
As forests burn, they preach the word, so unconcerned.
And laugh as the ashes fall at dawn, that we choke on
Baiting our protest just to say we we're the ones to blame
Hold me close for the time that's left
Searching the same gray skies, for signs
this nightmare will end
Walk with me through empty streets
Roaming the ghost cities as dusk falls on who we used to be
Sit with me as fires peak, embers of our history, just float away on the toxic breeze
Where's your god now?
It's a fine time for him to show up now
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022