What were they thinking? 'Cause now we're all sinking
And the cracks start showing, more pain is now growing
The flames are flickering as their hearts stop beating
People are dying, but the missiles keep flying
Watch it burn
They're falling into pieces
Wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
It hurts to see
There's blood on their bed where they lay down their head
There's a gun in their hand to justify the mess
The flames still flicker red like the blood
And the missiles are still flying in the sky
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024