We live in the shadows of skyscrapers;
Vacant luxury apartments,
These will never be our homes,
Our feet will never know those hardwood floors,
Our wrists never resting on those marble countertops
Closed eyes, dreaming, on a king sized bed.
Sleeping fine, down for the whole night.
And I feel contempt, spit at the name of
Another stolen city. Another neighborhood
Of racist cops, whitewashed restaurants,
And rising rent.
I daydream of the guillotine,
But don’t say a thing.
So we scatter these families;
Bulldoze over their memories
While we Erect monuments to eternal wealth
foreboding monoliths with no soul.
blackened cavities against the skyline
sneering up at the winter moon.
“Nothing personal, just supply and demand”
And I do nothing
Just hide inside.
Oh, I know this privileged life.
Call to behead all those self made men
Trust fund boys performing sleight of hand
Tricks with their blood red fingertips.
Bury them up to their necks,
And for the first time
Nourishing the soil they sapped.
Now and forever.
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
Hermit Knight is always a special adventure, between emotions of joy and pain, of a sensitive intensity. Listening to this opus reminds me of those little companions that I loved so much. They are forever in my heart. Forever 🖤 𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉