hear me say
what a great fucking time to be alive
when liberty is cutting like a knife
we’re hell-bent on analyzing
what lies beyond our comprehension
we try to see the sun with our eyes shut
yet time is not a game to play
couldn’t cheat it anyway
tired, bent and grey, we divide our day
keeping track of what could or should have been
rushing through life like an arrow on the fly
with eyes on a target that doesn’t cross our path
is it not a sign of great poverty when all we want is more
it shows us all the things we lack
wherever we go we try to bring back to life
what we destroyed on our own path
tired, bent down, so grey
let’s not try to spread the disease
so brothers of the isles, mark my words
when the white man arrives, you better lock your doors
you’ll find your demise at the hands of the conquerors
from the land of no remorse
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023