I'm trying to leave
but I'm already gone.
I've carried this world
too far and too long.
Even one grain of sand
can feel the weight
of the terrible ocean
but most are quite numb
just ask Greta
she knows the house
is burning down.
I wish we could read
instead of just reacting
but you're a radical today
if you link two dots with lucidity.
You can wear politics on your skin
or make a wave with an
autistic Swedish hymn
but the walls of the sea
they won't move until
we end the drudgery.
Just play the game.
Compete and buy and sell.
You don't decide.
You become how you sell.
I see who you are
with heaven in a broken jar.
Your face is an ATM
making light of everything.
But it's coming to the streets.
Will you then be on my side?
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021