A block so thick, taller than our vision.
We're pushing against a formal version of time.
Born dead but came alive,escaping time left behind.
A place stuck, a culture fucked, made of gold sitting ducks.
The ambition drops, falling with our depth - another form of earth created silent regret.
A fib so thick, taller than our vision.
Try not to buy it: A formal version of lies.
1 | Sixth Extinction |
2 | Beat Rolls On |
3 | Fabricated Progression |
4 | In Memory Of Our Lives |
5 | Pigs Wear Blue |
6 | Hope Until We Can't |
7 | Deaf Ears, Silent Voice |
8 | Deciever's Voice |
9 | Gold Cross |