A van begins to chase us through the night
Frantic flashing headlights sear into our weary eyes
Silence shattered by the deadly screech
Of tires sliding, barely clinging to the icy streets
What has become of everything?
When did our reality become a frightened fever dream?
Young guns running out of time
But the blackness of eternity
Will never make us lose our drive
Around a turn, the van is out of sight, when
A hidden passage beckons in the forest to our right
Brush and brambles claw against our car
As we plunge into the mystery and the safety of the dark
What has become of everything?
When did our reality become a frightened fever dream?
Young guns running out of time
But the blackness of eternity
Will never make us lose our drive
Take us Away from all of this
Somewhere where this sort of thing
Doesn't exist
Young guns running out of time
But the blackness of eternity
Will never make us lose our drive
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