shooting craps with a witch's love playing hooky from heaven above when the rain came down and the wind kicked up where it started nobody knows ain't my call which way it blows smoke or fire where one the other let me tell you brother flesh you're in ain't your own one way or another it's all going home whether under the weather or over the moon hammer's gonna fall and it might fall soon tornado bells kicking off the rust of spring one by one they begin to ring up on the hillside the choir's alive they sing sing sing there's a vengeful god playing cards in the sky devil's are drunk and the angels are high dealer's gonna pocket his share on the sly the stakes are names all the places you think you've been they came to you, you didn't come to them all the things you think you've done try not to know try not to care that roof you built doesn't mean it's not here pressure of the air holds the blood in you take more than luck to see the night through the mirror out in space the spirits that watch over you are tripping face made insane by the world below now they're leaving you leaving you you can't follow where they'll go they throng and jabber like a crazed ship's crew they aim to ramble, don't know where they're going to and when they brush the other side of our sky thunder will moan, heaven will cry as the spirits that watch over you wave goodbye
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
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