sincerely, the collateral

from we are the garages (vol 4) by the garages

by Astrid (@AReblase) guitar by Agent 39.2 (agent392.bandcamp.com) bass by Sci-Fi Boyfriend (sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com) lead vocals by riley (rileysroom.bandcamp.com) additional vocals by math! (@mathonwys), Joey T Badger (@JoeyTBadger), uwunium, Woosh, Sci-Fi Boyfriend, ras additional synths by LCS (lordcakespy.bandcamp.com) knife angeles by ras and uwunium

i had to move away from
what used to be LA 'cause
one of your gods destroyed the world again
i'm walking to the corner store
smell burning flesh that i just ignore
guess an umpire set some guy on fire again 

got a nine-to-five at your big event
but it’s fine, 'cause i gotta pay my rent 

and i'm tired of peanuts and i'm tired of blood
and i'm tired of seeing eclipses and floods
and i'm tired of meetings interrupted by gods
the rest of us have had enough
i know the league is burning, it's all around us
but the world keeps turning while you're drowning us
you've made a mess, now look who's cleaning up
the rest of us have had enough
 
"hey boss, i'm gonna be late again."
"yeah, i got caught in traffic."
"which dimension am i in? knife angeles."
"mhm! i'll be there around 10 instead of 8 if things clear up." 

what's with all the suns in the sky
that tiny one's gonna make me cry, 'cause
i'm trying to sleep and it's bright outside again
why are all the gods so obnoxious
this purple text and that pile of boxes
they're holding up the morning news again

"moving over to the west, the Infinite Cities are sitting at a comfortable 72 degrees and, uh-"
"-supermassive black hole has consumed-"
"the suns are gone."
"all of the suns are gone."
"where is BNN?"
"someone get BNN on the phone-"
"-making this just one more in a long string of splort-induced cosmic events"
"-this could indicate another deep economic recession-"
"commissioner Parker MacMillan could not be reached for comment"
"-unclear how this will affect the playoffs"

and i'm aware that your league went up in flames
i don't care, i don’t even watch your games

and i'm tired of peanuts and i'm tired of blood
and i'm tired of seeing eclipses and floods
and i'm tired of meetings interrupted by gods
the rest of us have had enough
i know the league is burning, it's all around us
but the world keeps turning while you're drowning us
you've made a mess, now look who's cleaning up
the rest of us have had enough
oh, and no one cares about your equity
or your fraud affairs or your prosperity
'cause no one's paying for my therapy
so fuck your splort, and fuck your suns,
sincerely, the collateral.

("the Flowers game tonight will not be delayed because play must go on.")