I can't imagine all the time I wasted trying to taste a little of the spice of life
In my time sipping on bad wine thinking that it tastes fine for the price
Found myself dreaming of the screen and it was screaming at me saying that my clothes ain't right
From my chair pretending that I care, wishing I was out there in the light
Among the clouds of smoke a promise broken to our shining mother earth
Pay us to sit in cages slave for wages telling us what every day of ours is worth
I can remember days when I would say that everything was going to be just fine
the gray days calculating week's pay wondering what I will say at the end of the line
We file papers about papers for the machine building machines to continue our crime
That beige hell, is it ringing a bell? I suppose we may as well show up on time
Among the clouds of smoke a promise broken to our shining mother earth
Pay us to sit in cages slave for wages telling us what every day of ours is worth
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