Fine eyes lined the pockets with gold
Let it remind you that the scavengers are here to cannibalize your soul
Your fine lines have laced the locket with mold
And it will find you
Now the skeletons are here to collect on their toll
If we're allowed to be naive
Ever haunting ignorance rolled into a shallow grave
I-box screens streaming obscenities
They hid the front line
We formed our own kind
Took your own to rot and grow
T.V. screens telling you what to think
They'll make it prime-time
Create your own mind
Took your piece, it longs to load
Lost and proud to be naive?
Stubborn, hard, and infantile
Crawl into a shallow grave
Blissful ignorance I see
Comfort in hindrance, cloned into those past escapes
Carving angular, post-rock soundscapes with fuzzy guitars and lo-fi electronics, and blending with a hint of Brazil. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 29, 2014
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