We are the prey and you'll die if you stay.
The creatures call ensures my death.
I wished for a day
I could pick up and live without a care.
I wished it all, and now I'm dead.
Hear him scratching at the walls?
Tremble then freeze with fright.
Feasting blood is his only vice.
Armed with a silver bullet, put it through his heart.
Descend to the final hour, it's now him or you.
Witty and raucous as ever, the Chicago noise-rockers rip into "flat earthers" and "tween shitbags" with misanthropic glee. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2019