These images mark the end of summer days.
No place to go that’s safe, there’s no use running away.
Being brave in this case: We hold back, not retaliate.
Or be lowered from our ledges and lured out in the rain.
“Shock, pain, concern and anger.” All these problems were caused by strangers.
Well now there’s nothing left to say or do to make this place less of a mess.
Sermons for our suffering. Our families, for friends.
How do we defend when it’s a surprise?
The one’s who did it didn’t even survive.
Some say treat this as “only a test”.
Their stories make no sense and there’s nothing left now.
How many times do we need to debate before we start seeing some action take place?
We are tired of reliving the same hour that you won’t let change.
Take back the power. We end this today.
So tell me; where are you hiding? Are you still smiling?
We are still fighting, children are crying.
People are dying but the men keep multiplying.
They told us we’d find you but that won’t be the end.
We can’t prevent it, people will die but who’ll be blamed for all the lost lives?
Don’t say that this was only a test, take a look around you now,
There’s nothing left.
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022