Kids with Guns

The world has shifted slightly, as if someone tilted the horizon and everything familiar went sideways. The sound is hollow and sticky, like neon gum stuck between the teeth of a concrete city. Children with toys that resemble weapons play at apathy and power. Their eyes show weariness from a future that has not even arrived yet. Everything around them flashes, presses, blinks with spotlights - and inside, it's as if someone is quietly turning the volume knob of chaos.

There is a strange calmness in this song - when everything is falling apart, and you just watch the ashes fall evenly, like snow. And it seems that the monsters are not those outside, but those who were raised inside, to the music of a soft beat and an indistinct ‘easy does it’.