Flowing free or freely bleeding
Over-burdened citizens breeding
Spacious liberties, here, land of the free
What is the point if there's no space even for a tiny fucking flea?
Teach them lessons, pry words out
Cry, stutter, sing and shout
Lively sweating, rash leads to rash
All human ways lead to the secret garbage stash
Chorus
Mother's milk won't delay the decay
Truth is not as easy to say when your lover is in play
Wisdom catalyzed by idiocy
Unable to paint the world with any degree of accuracy
Acutely in love with the globe on the screen
These colors paint wonders but none feels like true green
Mechanically apt, roll over, adapt, a cat takes a nap, and your will finally snapped
Chorus
Mother's milk won't delay the decay
Truth is not as easy to say when your lover is in play
Chemical stains leave bypassers at bay
A beer and a butt, daily conference of smut
The head is not safe until it's safe in its grave
Worm of the senses, anointed by someone who behaves
Summoning critters from an artist's deviance
Force-fed with visceral experience
Casting spells with barren hands
Denying them their own commands
Waiting for the dice to stop
It's either half a life or total flop
Accept the table as your throne
Where one can eat, profit and touch each other's own
First thing you should know about
Throw that fucking rulebook out
(Chemistry's heavily readily pedantry)
If one takes two and calls it rough
Another may easily harbor five brothers in rage inside her own secretive spot
(A major in physics prolific in all things holistic)
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024