I fall asleep in the hollow tree;
Hallowed soil underneath me.
Life springs up from the loam;
Verdant moss clung to the stone.
The pitched hum of buzzing bugs
Blankets the night in a gauzy calm.
The flint struck song
Of that communal flame,
Incandescent,
It lights our face.
In circles we sing,
Our voices rise,
A chorus tonight
In harmony.
I awake to the sweltering heat,
My face flush with the ceiling.
Sour breath and shallow sleep,
Push their way up on top of me.
The violence of measured time
Will mar the rest of our fucking lives
My body a shell,
A carapace crushed
Under these heels.
Practiced hands
Drum the dirge,
Amongst the whirr;
The mourning of
These machines.
Time moves so slow,
And we will never know,
The constant glow,
Of stars over our home.
The smog surrounds,
And the endless sound
Of those listless shouts,
Sew our burial shroud.
Black bile, cough up exhaust
Dream of white birches--the life we lost.
Oily fingers grasp for those stars
A light hidden from us.
Trod on in the dark,
Sore and wincing through
Mechanized hell.
about
Practice room demo recorded live on 2/6/19 in Brighton, MA.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Freedom Fever Dream Pt. 1 & 2”
this their most solid release to date, there other records are all insanely brilliant, you should buy them if you enjoy this for sure. keep kicking ass and putting some of the best sludge this decade. Ryan Graham
If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2013