DISASTER TIME

Dawn comes from the outside she's got no insider's touch

Society's fringe, she's raring to binge, on drink and drugs and lust

She lives life by the moment, she falls in and out of love

She's randommer still, insane, if you will, no below or above

Angel White's kind of silly he's deserted in an urban maze

He sees stars in the sun, depressingly fun, imploding guns ablaze

He lives life for the dying he's got no insider's touch

Society's fringe, a bombastic cringe, existence is never cltuch

It's just disaster time

The sky melts patiently

The hovering evil lurks for you and me

It's a catastrophic world

Where we don't amount to much

We're sacrificial lambs for such and such

The last time I saw Elvis that sumbitch grew a beard

He gave up the pills, he got into stills, it really ain't that weird

He's stalking Dawn and Angel he put 'em in a book

Society's fringe a bloody syringe as if love is all it took

I done seen all three dancing I seen it clear as day

Nightmarish hued, horror imbued, beautiful in its way

Obsessed with this fucking opera I'm walking through its streets

Society's fringe, gutbucket hinge, write, learn, play, repeat

 

Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, and mixing

C.J. Johnson - drums

Produced at Possum Studios