4 years after their 2012 reunion and soon after their 2016 tour, AT THE DRIVE-IN are back with highly anticipated new music! The band has just unveiled a new track called “Governed By Contagions”, which happens to be their first new music offering in 16 years! The track is a foretaste of AT THE DRIVE-IN’s new record, produced by Omar Rodríguez-López and Rich Costey, and slated for a 2017 release via Rise Records! Watch below and grab your free copy here.
Lyrics:
Portrait of a family force fed through tunnel straws
Singing cannibal hymns of the bourgeoisie
There’s a narc on every corner
Knock, knock, knock on every door
With a home made remedy to loosen every tongueHow many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my loveSmuggled in their faith like an orbit in decay
Drools the cloying adulation of the piss ants
One shot for every snitch leads the needle to the stitch
It’s a homemade remedy to loosen every tongueHow many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my loveHow many cries will the owners fake to save pathological truths?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my loveThat’s the way the guillotine claps
She’s the one who’s governed by contagions
That’s the way the guillotine claps
She’s the one who’s governed by contagionsLife! Is not the answer
Cry! Will you assimilate love in the time of gilded crumbs?
Crawl! Until you weep with blood
Life! Is not the answer
Canaries in the coal mine dropping like fliesHow many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace your poleaxed loveThat’s the way the guillotine claps
She’s the one who’s governed by contagions
That’s the way the guillotine claps
She’s the one who’s governed by contagionsToo many bodies shriveled up in their tributes
Too many bodies flayed with a grin
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
He’s the man behind the dresser giving zodiac advice
He says there will come a day to delete everything
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
There’s a woman eating her newborn under a tractor’s frame
She says barren are the fields from the nephilim rain
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a floodThat’s the way the guillotine claps
He’s the one who’s governed by contagions
That’s the way the guillotine claps
He’s the one who’s governed by contagionsGoverned by contagions
Governed by contagions
