You want the hours to turn to days
But just the ones that don’t pay
And counting down those that do
Just put you later in the game
When you’re indebted to the hours
That lock-up most of your space
It’s time to measure the storm
About to hit your own rat race
Opt in to the mile plots they’ve got
No social contract, just a plaque to keep your health
No acquisition of wealth, just a life for yourself
And your land and the sun while the rest of the world just burns
The wind keeps the lights
Mutual assurance calms crowds
The plaque up high makes the most of no flash
And no cloud
You’ve built your world around
Fading it to gray
The toll for rotting in a hive
That’s swiftly crumbling away
Six hours on and off each day
Go where the greater hand says
You’ll crumble thinking about that booth
When pulling out your own bad tooth
Experimental electronic soundscapes steeped in dystopian themes; environmental and societal anxieties vented through industrial and techno. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 15, 2024
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