Awaken with rifles in hand.
Raised in a battlefield, where all sides share the same plan.
The children of excess and waste,
Handed leftover drugs from users with no sense of pace.
Tell us we’re useless, but destined for greatness.
Murder the gods, then wonder why we’re faithless.
You’re lighting a fuse that we’re dancing to dodge,
A fire guaranteed in your will.
Spit on our handicapped mobility,
When you trained all of us to sit still.
Once you’re down below, we’ll reap what you sow.
The few that remain and a murder of crows.
We’re not waiting quiet for your storm to arrive,
The horizon’s just over the hill.
We’re all born with heads full of clay,
To a fatherland that claimed we’d do anything one day.
Said “honest work yields honest crop,”
But you burned down the ladder as soon as you reached the top.
Handed the dead earth that you cultivated,
Inherited landscape, but blame somehow traded.
Tell us we’re useless but destined for greatness.
Murder the gods, then wonder why we’re faithless.
Handed the dead earth that you cultivated,
Inherited blame, but this fault isn’t faded.
You’re lighting a fuse that we’re dancing to dodge,
A fire guaranteed in your will.
Spit on our handicapped mobility,
When you trained all of us to sit still.
Once you’re down below, we’ll reap what you sow.
The few that remain but we’re never alone.
We’re not waiting quiet for your storm to arrive,
The horizon’s just over the hill.
What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021