Have we been here all winter?
Layered in frost and guilt
The fire died long ago
We’ll never see the sun again
No one’s coming to save us
To assume so is hubris
We must accept that we are doomed
Just as we have always been
Abandon the children
we can no longer feed them
Cut off our hands
Cut out our tongues
It’s too late for us
It’s too late for them
The self-culled herd may rise again
To repeat their mistakes
The most slept-on band in indie music makes a welcome return with another A+ record mixing hardcore and slacker rock with jokes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2023