There's a cave of rabbits with nowhere to go,
The ceilings low there, inside the hole.
It's all over for the fur-covered meat,
Hair-line fractures gone and broken their teeth.
You shot the, you shot the messenger,
In your big plot to catch the predator.
It was after Easter and you lost your head,
Thought you could have it all,
Got none instead.
Moved the door and you left your clothes,
If the shroud was sacred, it never showed.
Who shot the...?
You shot the messenger,
In your big plot to catch a predator.
Who shot the...?
You shot the messenger,
In your big plot to catch a predator.
Release the ears you pinched and ripped,
Drawn back by rabbits, clever and quick.
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016