Knocked you off the fence and told you to choose
so you piled in with the fascists and called yourselves true.
You're even more pathetic than actual fash,
cuz you live on your knees like bootlicking trash.
Sell yourselves and they'll kill you last.
Your rational is weak.
You really shouldn't speak.
Assimilation is a curse.
Somehow, you've made it worse.
You're stepping on our backs
or we're under the bus.
Not sure who'd expect politeness from us.
You're worshipping the cis like they're fuckin gods
all to maintain this bullshit facade.
Your will to power will end in ash.
This life is a prison, and you play at being guards.
You sow division to preserve the charade.
(Twilight has past and we are in the darkest hours of the night. Awash in a sea of misery, barely holding on. Focus on the rage my children, it will protect us, it's all we have)
I have no answers.
I cannot save you.
I can only promise that if our future ends in this darkness then so will yours.
Off-kilter country songs with big, beating hearts, the music on “Sword Songs” captures hope and heartache in equal measure. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2017