Physical copy of our "Forgive Me, Mother Earth" E.P. with amazing artwork done by Tyler McFadden.
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We put our souls in this.
The only way we know to release the chips
we carry upon our shoulders.
The pile grows high and we keep getting older.
Like robots we work away
to escape the mundane day to day.
Waiting to just be seen
by someone who sees the beauty in our dream.
I try take a bigger bite of fruit that I could never eat.
The steps I walk are meant for someone with a bigger stride than me
The face I wear. What a thing to entrust to convey all my lust for the moment I want.
I pull my feet from out the sand. I pick up my options like stones in my hand and I-
I skip my stones I see the ripples come to meet my toes.
I’m standing on the shore of time. I watch my windows open, close.
I see my reflection and the face that’s staring back at me
is one I thought I’d recognize, but looks so worn and withered in defeat.
For you can make a choice and you can always make a change,
but don’t forget of consequence. A foreign concept in this age.
So throw your stones out far and see no matter what the reach
Your choices ripple back to you and crash onto your perfect little beach.
You say you can’t be bought or sold.
Your lies are worth their weight in gold.
Denial never made it untrue
You need the beast more than the beast needs you.
I’m slowly killing myself
With what I love more than anything else
I’m falling hard for the beast again
Please let me in! Please let me in!
Do I put my heart up on the shelf?
And kill my dream just like everyone else?
I want hear that beast scream again.
Please let me in please let me in.
I want this beast to take me, heart and soul.
Stop holding on to childish dreams,
dreams are what rip you apart at the seams.
Some get a little more in their cup.
Your drink’s at the bottom, now man the fuck up.
We play our part and in the night we suffer for our art.
The pain onto paper for an open view of a broken heart.
I guess you could say we were damned from the start.
Benevolence in bitter, dying stars
I skip my stones and see the ripples come to meet my toes.
I play it off and wait, but deep inside the beast already knows.
You are my beast and burden.
The blood in my veins is boiling over.
The closer I get the more it hurts
Enough to keep my warm heart sober.