Song Description

A fast-paced, foreboding track in the style of Killing Joke, U2, Foo Fighters, & the most recent album from Taking Back Sunday, featuring New Wavey verses cointerpointed by explosive, more Modern Rock-sounding choruses. We want our lyrics to have an anxio

Lyrics

Kickback shock.
Kickback shock.

Panjshir mountains looking like a Rothko scene,
A hemorrhage of sun is spilling down,
Spreading outwards like the wings of the Mi'raj,
Smears of red dividing sky from ground.

Once night falls, they'll bury you among these mounds;
Your memory is scattered through the silent towns.

This is the sound before the rifle report,
The boxcar in the distance that we choose to ignore.
This is the rumble we're not listening for,
The static in the air before a gathering storm.
This is the sound before the rifle report,
It took some time to echo down to NYC's shores.
These are the shells around the Dome of the Rock,
First you squeeze the trigger, then you feel a little kickback shock.

Kickback shock.
Kickback shock.

Richard Clarke is running through the White House halls,
Staff has been evacked to underground;
Still some cigarettes are smoking in their trays,
Like someone set off a neutron bomb.

Emptied out, the Wing takes on a spooky calm.
Bunkered down, they speak aloud the 23rd Psalm.

This is Hawaii at 7:53,
The slow-motion past the book depository,
This is the quiet hour of Gethsemane
With no words.
This is the peace that Neville Chamberlain's holding,
The bridge support that no one noticed eroding,
& somewhere far away a camera's exploding
Barely heard.

A simulated rapture comes at 3AM,
The bottom of the night when I'm alone,
Scanning documentaries on your last days
Fighting with Kalashnikovs & stones.

Safe at home, I watched you freezing in Panjshir,
Pushing back the storm that finally touched down here.