1. |
The Curse of Lono
03:06
|
|||
Look at him, he's still kneeling
Petrified, he prays for healing
I should've let his people go
So Judas can consume us all now
Look at us, we're dressed for violence
Like genocide except it kills with silence
The hottest place in hell is for those
Over and done, and tongue-tied
A Cursed land. My hands are bleeding.
Blisters on my feet, I'm kneeling
Learned about the Curse of Lono
When I was quarantined
Burned and blistering
Break out
Remove our fingernails
And erase our fates
They're riddled on the walls and in our wakes
The silent die, right with the guile
Burning in the current of paradise
Look at us, no time for riots
Too frail, too sick for violence
That's the way we outta to be
When Lono's collecting.
Too possessed by screen diseases
To understand the need for treason
The Curse of Lono is dutiful
And tentative as time
Indifferently unaligned
Break out
Remove our fingernails
And erase our fates
They're riddled on the walls and in our wakes
The silent die, right with the guile
Burning in the current of paradise
Someday the city of refuge will be our fate
|
||||
2. |
The Hotlands
03:48
|
|||
I called the dogs off myself yesterday
But they were on holiday
We’re on our own
Be vigilant and brave
Constant and locked in
Stationary waves
My respirator whispers my campaign
And I’m drained
Taking all the fun out of death
Always be alert and well armed
This is out of our hands
Vigilantes of the hot lands
Medicate and disarm
Your solution to keep the guns at bay
We’re on our own
Be vigilant and sane
Constantly locked in
Stationary waves
My respirator whispers my campaign
And I’m drained
Taking all the fun out of death
Always be alert and well armed
This is out of our hands
Vigilantes of the hot lands
Always be alert and well armed
There’s no solution to your revolution
|
||||
3. |
Critical Massacre
01:53
|
|||
His course smelled like carrion
He tried to die, but he carried on
Divorced widow-maker
Benign barbarian
They let him drop like a glide bomb
And cut him off with no qualms
Martyrized in god’s acre
Where you sang the same old song
“They killed my baby,
called me crazy,
here they saved me.”
But this is where the clouds cover the sun,
Now you’re the chosen one.
Top of the mountain
Clouds bleed through fountains
Heathens are the reason
Blood is flooding the kingdom
Like sell swords, they’re heartless
Helpless and desperate
Living lives of death threats
Blood is flooding the kingdom
Critical Massacre
Heathen’s souls
Inimical, it’s criminal
Critical Massacre
Heathen’s Souls
Inimical miracle
It’s critical
Massacre
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like The Sorority, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp