When the black cloud comes, if one flame flickers
We will feast on the tongues of the last bootlickers
To the tune of the National Anthem
Of a country that didn’t survive
In a language I’d learned and forgotten
I’ll stay home keep the garden alive
genuinely so fucking stoked for this album, even this one song is already stuffed full of razor-sharp lyrics
im calling it now: "tied to the pulse of the sea" is going to be tattooed on someone's body before the year is up.