Across the oceans of water and time your spirit, intrinsic, will always consume you
The past is a memory, a lesson to me, that privilege can’t pay off the bounty of history
We’ve done this before oh so many times, I wouldn’t take all this back for the world
It’s hard to see, amidst the deceit, something we haven’t yet spoiled
I could’ve changed things myself, a burden indifferent to all that I’ve felt
We won’t be long for this world
This time I’m losing my Atlantic, it’s fine your authority’s semantic
The weight of this vision it overwhelms, imprisons
This time I’m losing my Atlantic
Out on the water it seems time stands still, I can hear lapping from centuries now gone
I want to swim across this divide, navigate where we went wrong
I want to know how our time has been spent through all the darkness and cold and every wretched tempest
I want to wallow in misery and bask in the glory and feel land under my feet
Gutsy rock & roll from this Brooklyn group bursting with hot-rodding riffs and snarling vocals, hearkening back to classic dark punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2023