They're left to fry in their homes
Broken bones and rays
I see the future is bright
Trained in taking lives
That youth is soaked in the drain
Hand-held soldiers abound
Abbreviate to defame
It's so tasteless, it pulls at the veins
When it comes to an end
Holed up in an armchair throne
Precise, pinpoint, cross-hair, calculated
Too far removed to recognize one of your own
Remote controlled cars to remote controlled drones
They can't survive in the road
Strewn out on display
Stricken, lifeless prize
Learn to shut those eyes
They're using false energy
Serious to the core
Laugh with half open mouths until you see it breathless and covered in gore
On thy word
Blown
U.A.V.
Unload on thy word
Blown
On my word you will end below
It's so low
What you do
From above
Use the zoom
Your scope
You'll abuse
Float above
You still lose
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
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016