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lirik lagu guante & big cats - hey there medusa

[verse 1]
this is how we face the future
roll down the window
and let the wind blow through your snakes
medusa
the night’s busted open like a suture
hold me like pressure on the wound
these two lanes will take us anywhere but home
we’re already there
ghosts in the music
heavy in the cemetery air
i breathe it in, as i see your claws
reach up and snap the rearview off

[hook]
pitchforks to the right
monsters to the left
and we are not stuck in the middle
there is no neutral on a moving missile
we don’t ride the fence
pitchforks to the right
monsters to the left
and we are not moderate
we call every day the apocalypse
and haven’t been wrong yet
[verse 2]
and every threat is full of promise
like a sabotaged pipeline
like a precinct set ablaze
like a fully funded library
like s~x ed that actually educates
like mutual aid
like standing in a school board meeting
in the reddest town in the reddest state
and telling the truth anyway
wrenches in the system
‘cause all they need to win is our cynicism
and all we need to win is each other
we gather like dust
like tiny specks of dust
and turn the music up
‘cause despair is for suckers
big cats back with an uppercut
another tubthumper
run for cover
medusa at the wheel
and i’m hanging out the passenger side
wearing scrubs and an n95
let the new world take its first breath tonight

[hook]
pitchforks to the right
monsters to the left
and we are not stuck in the middle
there is no neutral on a moving missile
we don’t ride the fence
we ride out into chaos
and finally arrive at the seance
[verse 3]
for the next 65 seconds
we claim this sp~ce for the dead
for the circle
always breaking, never broken
let the doors open, if only for a breath
with this offering of sweat
let the flesh in this room
be reminded of just how thin the line is
between music and silence
refusal and compliance
between our skin and the lightning behind it
we claim this sp~ce for the dead
for every ancestor and those who just left
saying tend to your grief like a garden
tend to your grief like a fire
either way
it’s a harvest, a reminder
of everything that still grows in the darkness
let it rise higher
this love is not immortal
it’s fleeting
so we are not going back to normal
tell that to the rich man powerless
to buy an antidote to his cowardice
the status quo is already monstrous
so when these fascists call you a monster
show ‘em what a monster is
my poisoned hope
my battered heart
(when the night has come)
and the land is dark
and the moon’s the only light you see
it isn’t much
but the dead whisper:
it’s enough

- lirik lagu guante big cats

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