Searchlights spill down upon the spires dispersed in the gaseous haze
An indistinct cloud of untraceable shapes dominate the heat-seeking displays
And out of the fray on the other side of town, down Municipal Road 89, a pale man’s gathered the things from his shack and he’s heading for the borderline
He’s waging war on evolution
Rejoining animal and human
Descending like a nightmare, upon the villages and towns.
And every so often on some lonely stretch of highway his handiwork can be found.
Over time the pale man’s agenda seeped into some crude and susceptible brains
Declaring themselves minions of the divine they rendered their vicious campaign
And there really ain’t no way to tell whether one of them is coming tonight
So don’t fall asleep with your door unbolted or your children out of sight
Cracking compilation of unreleased songs from punk and garage bands in support of the recent Ghost Ship fire in Oakland. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2016