The great machine
We built in fear
Now looming over us
Breaking our backs for us
And when placed in braces
Dependent, we bow and we praise it
And accepting our morsel
We slave to make the proper sacrifices
And no one hears the silent blade
No one sees the anesthesia
Our hearts are fixed on being saved
And though the truth lies in our desperation
The well was always dry
The hand that feeds was always empty
We swore allegiance to a lie
Our fear of love led us astray
We are responsible for our own pain...
Let's wash it away
There is no peace without freedom
There is no freedom without love
There is no love without freedom
So let the destruction begin
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024