[Intro: Garrett Russell] The hourglass is vacant, sand turns to medication You can fill me, but I'll never be full I'm slipping to sedation, the seconds are contagious Can you tell me if I'm terminal? [Verse 1: Mitchell Stark] Idle hands and naked hearts What sleeps in our skin, waiting to tear us apart? I count the pills, you count the...Learn More

Identical America: The beautiful land of control See the cages Freedom/Fiction Hear the fascist or ask yourself "Will my anesthetized half-lies still suffice to stifle what life we hoard till we die?" We hide in the guise of benevolence until the system burns (Burn, burn, burn) A system built by subjection (Burn, burn, burn) Must change or face...Learn More