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Woke Dreams

from A Port in a Storm by Husbandry

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Not gonna yield here anymore.
The hand that feeds me leaves a bitter tasting tongue.
I want to sever.

Untie my leash, switch up the roles.
You've got me under your thumb, better off not breathing.
False promises all smoke and mirrors.
Fill up your cup and drink at a seat worth stealing.
I want to sever the puppet strings that keep me inert

Can you begin to face the consequences?
When you deplete the ones you should regard
Will you repent before we send a message?
Dragging the chains to get you where we want

All the king's men will fall.
With the down stroke of a gavel
All the king's men, they fall

Line the lawless up

Not gonna play fair anymore
We've got a mind to feast on the hearts of traitors.
Death riding in on a pale horse
Offer the wide eyed heads on a silver platter.

Can you begin to face the consequences?
When you deplete the ones you should regard

All the kingsmen will fall.
Poison arrow through the torso

We've come for you.

On foot to storm the castle muddy and full of rage.
Fight for what we were promised with tooth and nail.
Not ones to be forgotten receiving end of pain.
A battle cry to the wind we will not fail.

We've come for you.

The cities burn, the children watch a future stolen,
greedy hands leave nothing in the jar.
Our crooked spines have given up under the weight of a system built to tear us all apart.

Renounce your fate.

They praise the blue, the red, the white.
But fail to notice blood stains as they pulled from left to right.
No longer shadows in the dark
the monsters learned to feed you.
Turning you from cohort to rival.

Renounce your fate.

I let the words crawl out my throat, but there's no one here to listen. There's bliss in doing as you're told, in kneeling.
No resistance.
Pretend no wolves are at the door,
it's much too hard to wake up when no one's really in control,
the script was always written.

Bury my head, like I've done. Can't tell what's real from fiction. Choose to deny that we are lost in who makes the bigger victim.

I'll stay inside,I'll lock my doors. Turn up the sound of the radio. Keep what's mine, take what's yours.
Won't cross the lines, this is war.

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from A Port in a Storm, released September 13, 2019

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Husbandry Brooklyn, New York

New York City Post-Hardcore.

Carina Zachary - Vocals
Jordan Usatch -
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Arnau Bosc -
Bass and Vocals
Emmett Ceglia -
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