Forge from Condition by Les Gavels

We exhaust ourselves, panic imbued
Hanging in twilight, stuck on repeat
No time for rest, to capture a breath
Must endure, submit to consequence of how far we've come

There’s no turning back, we've given everything
We're challenging the bend, we’ve called upon the ranks
To pull this one together, to push against the break
I keep telling myself to just keep kicking (just keep kicking...)

Bring in the guns, bring in the gas
Black masks feign sustainability,
Preaching policies of fear
Now can you hear the people start to sing?

Exhausted, completely drained
Into the morning, stuck on repeat
No time to rest, no time for a breath
Must prevent the collapse hanging over our heads

So your fist is in the air, what’s next?

In the wake of our grandmothers
In the wake of our grandfathers
We will tear these fences down

• french touch
• punk rock
• skate punk
• Minneapolis