you think you know everything that you are
make your plan. future and nothing else
not enough. put all the blame on me
but think again. your time is almost up
living life for a reason that’s not your own
you put yourself in a prison to die alone
all figured out
every fucking move
without a shade of doubt
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024