Ritual Crash from Infernal Harvest by The Bird Calls

undisturbed there's a fire burning always in an underworld
overflowing through the dry cracks of the barren earth
sometimes lighting up the highway in a neon burst of red
until the day that it comes flooding up

totem poles topple over from the weight of the people at the top
and fed back to the flock
kingpins get lumped in with their kingdoms
and blend into the pack
get stabbed in the back

i recall saying hey let's get away and take a break from it all
craning our necks to look up at the black sky chalkboard stars
when a satellite that circles like a ritual comes falling
into the backyard with a cryptic thud

descending from the night sky like an omen
forgotten like a dream
interpreted to mean nothing
pillows stuffed with feathers to remember that euphemisms for death
invoke flight and rest

• Acoustic
• Folk
• New York