That sky you begged to be the ground
Is shaking in the affect of your sound.
That sea you've beckoned from the sand
Us reaching out its grave and watery hand.
The clock seems that it's standing still,
But sand falls down now faster than it fills.
The child that you begged to be a man
Is growing up much faster than you can.
And given all the wretched raving
Masses you claim aren't worthy saving
Classes divide, gold mine's caving
In on weight of misbehaving
Numbers on your blinking screen.
You try to keep your talons clean
And give into the need for things
But it's not the life you had foreseen, no.
You never thought you'd die inside.
Have to take the suffering in stride, no.
Never thought that you'd be taking pride.
In being the you that you had vilified.
You breath and try to fight the pull.
The voice inside your head is echofull.
A little seedling from your past,
Asking how long your present course will last.
And given that those tired slaving
Children don't want your saving.
Your power wanes and your gold mine's caving
In on the weight of the world changing.
Smoke and mirrors blur and reflect and
You're fighting to ressurrect
The beast you struggled to infect
Before the powerless defected.
You thought that you'd forced them to hide.
You thought that they would take your slavery in
stride, no.
You thought that they'd be taking pride
In living under you so vilified.
Composed over the last three years, and honed live on stage, “Glacial Medicine” is bursting with wonderfully warped and dreamlike beats. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2022