hanging on by tooth and nail
match is set, destined to fail
thin the herd
a sacrifice to quench this thirst
i’ll be the one to draw blood first
thin the herd
you’re gonna fucking pay
sick and complacent
masking over your fear
the guillotine’s grinning
your end is near
a sneering distain
for this stagnant being
i’ve lost all pity for the weak
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024