embrace the abundance, a feast on our future
with blatant hubris and a dark sense of humor
the straw that broke the camel’s back
now all that’s left are human wrecks
so stop casting your fishing rods into our wishing wells
just because our future doesn’t wear a price tag
doesn’t mean it’s without value
don’t you think we went a bit overboard here
all reason crashed and burned
this time you put us into the dumpster
thrown away like trash, but don’t lose ground
after all it’s called trash can, not trash cannot
last call, seize control of this ship
it’s about time that we weigh anchor
time to weigh the odds
last call, bring the shepherd to his knees
it’s about time to leave the herd behind
time to rectify
last call, last call
last call for orders, shut this party down
last call, last call
last call for orders, hit the goddamn road
you spared us the moral ambiguity
the ethical dimensions as clear as night and day
you won’t derail this train of thought
we finally escaped this drain of thought
so stop casting your fishing rods into our wishing wells
time to rectify
time to rectify, shut this party down
we found ourselves on a sinking boat
that no one can leave
we found ourselves on a sinking boat
that no one will leave alive
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023