They brew the poisoned water
Ignite the storms of sand
Exploit the starving natives
For the progressive plan
We're all just breathing sickness
We're all just breeding lies
For withered institutions
And these weathered eyes
Pummeled surfaces
Dried up lands
Naked trees
Human hands
I don’t believe I’ve let the signs be seen because all I see is suffering
Poisoned water
Storms of sand
Starving natives
The progressive plan
You found a way to bring out the worst in me
I had it all and wasted everything
I'm sorry
One of the most beloved post-hardcore albums of the ’10s gets a long-overdue remix and remaster just in time for its tenth anniversary. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024