Pop Sickle from Transit by mr sterile Assembly

Hidden to the world, just below the Desert road
At war, amongst the tussock, in the cold
Partners? Only partly to these confidential men
‘Til you will not do what you’ve been told
Talk floats free, swimming in the southern sky
Via code, culling chatter, and assess
Fragments of a sound, find exact frequencies
Then deliver all the data at behest

Block Buchanan, there’s no home in this port
Civil stand, no place to anchor, challenge made
‘Know you place’, states the radio-silent reprimand
If compliant, could the Rainbow have been saved?
Penance built on action, construct a second base
Bigger ears, expanded reference, tighter nets
Modern, motivated, collude on rules of trade
Deny complicit when the human targets bled

Hoist on truck Garden tool
Firm belief Wild luck
April night Minus fog
Just as well Ditch the truck
By the fence Wires cut
Father’s snip Has no spark
Bypass guard To the dome
Go on foot In the dark
Stand at base Reason clear
Hesitate? Do the task
Hide the blade To the hilt
Slow exhale Faceless mask
Watch deflate Flaccid tent
Inflate hope In bold contrast

No crown of satellites, no electric fence
No silence or denial, or fear of jurisprudence
With personal around the clock, all resource available
Could not stop the honest work of these three men
And a single sickle

• Punk
• experimental
• hardcore
• indie
• Mueang Chiang Rai