sink that battleship
focus all your fire at the turrets
like we're boys and they're rabbits, rabbits
patch that hole in the hull
or is it happening?
my last stand, my place in the pageant
me? I'm not done out.
but rations days from running out
the lantern's oils almost spent
so let darkness commence
well maybe we're just meant for something more than keeping up our lines
like stories divine
and maybe we're just like the murals in Carthage Anaeas finds
making real the sublime
like how we trekked the water on our feet
like Jesus in fatigues or how we turned all
all the water to oil to fuel our attack on the Kaier's fleet
taste that?
is it life after living or a tragic end to a life of habits?
i need that
yes i just need it more than anything
i want that really gotta have it
me? I'm not dead yet
but i'm the last one left
the floating vessel i preside
but god and country i resign
well maybe im just like Ulysses on the island trapped in time
making pennies out of mind
and maybe when they sing my song they'll rhyme my name with how i "was doomed to survive"
and...
it's been how long how long how long how long
since we walked for you
and its been how long how long how long how long
since the Kaiser drew his first blood, too.
you know if you're lucky this could all happen to you
but now it's over
and all the stories, in turn, don't mean a thing until they're heard.
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022