So I sleep and embrace this lucid dream. I hold a book that offers wisdom but my vision feels so weak. Oh sleep is such a gracious thief, it steals my time but give me strength. Will this morning render hope and give me back control? But I wake in a bed that has never seen love. Just a tryst I’ll embrace while my essence is young. Now this city owns my name; it marks my residence as shame. As I wander through it’s streets I gamble with defeat. Is this a crime that I commit when I’m just stealing to exist? Now my affliction is sustained and in their prison I’m displayed. We’re convicted thieves. I reside with the accused. A realm conceived through battered youth. I'm subsiding with my fault. These walls are now my home. I see a letter on my floor It bares the knowledge that I’ve ignored. A brilliant counter in his reply but can this author amend my crime. So they gathered all the thieves and gave them numbers one to three. The odd forgiven and released; the even chained and shipped to sea. But I stood second in the line before they covered all our eyes. Two officials then explained that two conclusions were at stake. “The number branded on your wrist decides if you exist.”
credits
from In Parables,
track released November 22, 2010
The most slept-on band in indie music makes a welcome return with another A+ record mixing hardcore and slacker rock with jokes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2023
Olympia's Septic Yanks play perfectly snotty punk stripped down to its barest elements and pushed as far into the red as possible. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2020
Trading majestic drone for smoldering assaults, the iconic Japanese outfit rekindle the leaden aggression of their early period. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2020