VI:
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.
CHORUS:
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.
(Among the clouds of smoke)
VII:
I can remember days when I would say that everything was going to be just fine.
Those grey days calculating week's pay wondering what I will say at the end of the line.
VIII:
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.
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