Liner Notes

Vocals and Lyrics: Kayla Brooke

Bass: Emma

Drums: Andrew

Guitar: Riley

Cover art: Artemis Tratnik

Recorded at the Doom Room

Lyrics

Knotweed:
Invasive species grow where we brought them
Like a summoning of thieves
Forced to thrive, forced to flourish ravaging the native seeds
We forced a mission, a fucked up vision onto soil not our own
Made to smother and to burrow where others first would grow

Are you not just like them?
Overtaking, colonizing other's homes

A disposition so inhumane your foolish dreams were made in vain

Invasive species grow where we brought them
Like a summoning of thieves
Forced to thrive, forced to flourish in all your unforgivable missdeeds 

False Idol:
She built you an altar
a sacrifice all her own
you turned it to ruin
fallen ash, broken stones

A crisis of conscience 
foundation crumbles and cracks
held your hand through the hardships
a sense of self gone off track

Histrionic retellings
stories not yours to share
you abandoned your shelter 
left her gasping for air 

She built you an altar
a sacrifice all her own 
you turned it to ruin
in rubble, flowers have grown.

Take Care:
Another coward follows orders 
Just like a lamb brought to the slaughter 
But the sheep are spilling blood this time
Its getting harder getting darker but we keep finding the light 
In the shelters built from scraps that you leave and call our "rights" 

Use our oppression as a platform for the power 
That you need to fuel your greed 
Hoard your money like love letters from the ones that you mistreat

Your hands are red and we are drained 

Cast as villians that you use while you expose your darkest truths 
And place the blame on us.

Intimidation circus 
Watch your televised tantrum
The walls are falling closer 
Can you not see the mess your in 

Take care

Woodworm:
They seem to be saying 
There is no justice without death 
And no death without punishment 
A vile detention forced on those who oppose 
Use a lethal injection to dismiss all your woes 

Through a syrupy hatred stuck to the roofs of their mouths 
They debate our existence 
Bile spewing throughout 

What the difference in condemning and giving 
It's up to those who condemn 

Their disgust soaks and steps into our pores ‘til we start thinking that it's ours. 
But it's not. 
It's not. 

They seem to be saying 
There is not justice without death 
Who are you to dole out our punishment?

Citation:
Martínez, Layla, et al. Woodworm. Two Lines Press, 2024.