count the times that we
woke up late and walked
the miles to the water's edge
spoke soft voices
left us useless
as they burned the rows
to build new Romes
revitalized and displaced
sanitized and erased
in the year that we licked
our wounds and we
stood in kitchens and
could not agree
sheared the branches
beckoned progress
stood in shade of last century
I'm an unknowing missionary
trading in gunpowder
for the dull roar of bulldozers
a quiet penchant for decimation
I guess it flows in the blood
as I walk my feet break ground
this skin can afford me place
the bleaching of histories
we're complicit in
torch their map of tomorrow
render unto them that
which is theirs
refuse the ease of this sorrow
render unto them that which is
theirs
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024