In a classic move of the heart,
scream and then fall apart.
In a novelty of the brain,
drink it into marmalade.
We're being circled by wolves in the night
or dollar bills or headlights.
Well, I'd run if you can.
God, I try.
Just don't let it blind your eyes.
All the twisted games that we play,
just trying to live another day.
Were distilled in your red beating heart
that I had just ripped apart.
But I won't let you die.
I'll hook you up into every machine I find.
This little rabbit of mine.
The wisdom you gave me I still carry
as a sacred boon.
Every theoretical dialectic has no choice
but to swoon.
It was hard to be ready for your babies
on the concrete moving,
but a mother's blood spilled for nothing
has a way of soothing.
The Philadelphia group draw on the playfulness of prog rock as you’d expect from a group who’ve labelled their style as “metal for astronauts.” Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 11, 2017
If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2013