I’ve never lost my focus
I’ve never lost my way
I am a golden god of infinite
crying like a peasant
living inside of it
I pick your weeds
Respect your creed
Those houses made
of snake skin
I hope they don’t shed on me
All of your pre-tense
I know its in your own best interest
and all the while
I hope you can put on your best smile
I wonder what this worlds gonna make of me
listen to the heart but the eyes they see
every beam of light from the tv screen
telling me to fight these atrocities
maybe i should send a cheque with all my money
maybe i should ignore everybody
tell me what to do with all these bodies
because they’re staring down their nose at me
through the tv screen
On their new EP, the British quartet channel their experimental rock chops into ambitious suites that flow effortlessly. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 6, 2019