I'm counting days by the shells of shot minutes
the church bell rings loud on the hour, though nothing but sinners are in it
The mark of the beast is sweet release from the thoughts of the infinite
Slow deaths of bodies unaware what slow is
Time displaced so bad, they don't know where the flow is
A cold night ends another week
The earth whispers but I hear it speak, and it says
"Dream on, and get lost in what takes you away
Just be sure to get back before the break of day
Dream on, and hitch your wagon to a shooting star
I'll be here to make sure you don't fly too far."
Repeating patterns, every one has lived already
An integral part of the coward's hold-steady
Steady habits, the course stuck
Making the least of the cosmic luck
Fed to people around the world, but hardly worth craving
Some easy stimulus cased people a trend in saving
themselves the trouble of natural states
a false track in the actual race
credits
from Apostasy (י),
released November 14, 2012
(Music & Lyrics M. Shuwall)
Sounds like a great soundtrack for an America as crusty as the tiles on their album cover. Lush instrumentation, pulls you in hypnotically. Magilla Shuwall
My good friend Keith produced and engineered this one. Sounds like you're right there in the room headbanging along. Drives heavy and keeps it interesting. Magilla Shuwall
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