First we were here
It was all good fun
No one could know
What fate had in store
Know block by block
We get closer
Unaware of our futures
In the Crossfire
Struck by the shock
We are numb
Lay on the ground
As we call for help
But theirs broken glass
Where the round entered
Still we can say luck was on our side
This doesn't feel real
Tired but can't sleep
cause were venerable
Can't be alone
its uncomfortable
But at the time every things a blur
still we can say only one got hurt
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022