This life is such a short affair,
To build up something if we dare.
A veritable paradise,
Fucked in the name of merchandise.
Such are the times.
Such waste declared necessity,
To prop up an economy.
The masses all declared unclean,
To sell the smell in magazines.
And by the time we get to vote,
There's so much shit shoved down our throats.
The men we pick to represent
Will almost appear different.
But such are the times.
The screen can charge you should you blink.
That might allow a break to think.
Don't try to take a rest to breath,
It doubles if you disbelieve.
I may of course exaggerate
For fear the literal's too late.
For by the time this is all said,
Dystopia's a step ahead.
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