A friendly fascism…
Who’s that looking over the fence?
Are we going to see the light, disappear in the middle of the night?
Disappear, disappear, disappear.
A deeper kind of nihilism
Worshipped like a new religion.
We suckle and we get fat.
We are never going back.
All my laughing…
They said we didn’t care, that we just stood and stared.
Ignored the fires we lit, buried our heads in shit.
Sat back and watched them burn, oh no we’ll never learn.
Sat back and watched them burn, and we all sit and wait.
Make a list of our crimes…
Separate this body from mind.
Hold it back, now reappear.
Disappear, disappear, disappear.
Deciding on another exclusion.
Logic wedded to a sick delusion.
Hating others with a pat on the back.
We choke and we crack.
All my lying…
They said we didn’t care, that we just stood and stared.
Ignored the fires we lit, buried our heads in shit.
Sat back and watched them burn, oh no we’ll never learn.
Sat back and watched them burn, and we all sit and wait.
Star spangled banners draping all over eyes.
Star spangled standards we swallow, no surprise.
Star spangled banners draping all over eyes.
Star spangled standards we swallow, no surprise.
Star spangled shatters, torn up in tatters.
Runaway home again, stars and all lies again.
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020