Brought into this world with one mother and two fathers
They told me I am the prophet and that I will rejuvenate this world
They told me I am the prophet and that I will rejuvenate this world
Well, I stopped feeling today, and this sand feels like nothing on my bare feet.
Your hand will never reach me again
And I realize I can never feel you again
Your hand will never reach me again
And I realize I will never feel you again
All in the name of my father and all in the name of god
Father, please reach out to me
God, tell me it'll be okay
Father help me
God save me
If I were to bleed, it wouldn't mean anything
For my flesh is no longer my own
And if I were to die, would you even feel remorse?
For I am your child, gods child.
This pain, will it mean anything?
My nerves may be shot
But the void you left still hurts the most
Your hand in mine but, still I feel nothing.
This pain, will it mean anything?
Will it mean anything?
Is misery and death such a common theme in the name of rejuvenation?
Using humans as instruments
I'm beginning to think that god and the enemy are one
I need somebody to tell me that I'm more than a tool
A puppet on golden strings, handled with ivory.
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024