Their sleep is sacred
Every dream could be their last
Every kiss goodnight might be goodbye
Two by fours and drywall
Won't protect them if it comes
Will they see tomorrow, or die?
They wake in terror
Shots ring out at 4am
Frozen and shaking in their beds
Blinking in the darkness
Flinching at unfinished screams
Until the bullet has been fed
It's in our blood
It's in our creed
We had the choice
We chose to bleed
To sacrifice
To die to feed
The predator
We chose to need
The hairless primate
Weak and without shell or claw
Weapons of protection served a need
When the need was lessened
The weapons came to feed themselves
A semi-autoimmune disease
Those who give up weaponry
To save a little family
Deserve neither
(I think Benjamin Franklin said that.)
They're free to speak
Free to worship any god
Assembled as one nation under gun
The predator has spared them
Back to fearful sleep again
They dream of making popcorn
But feeding time is done
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