My will to know your pain,
Negated by the damage I'm forced to face.
There's no hardship we're left with alone,
But the weight of these words could shatter these bones.
When I finally found room for myself
I realized that I cannot help.
We know we reap what we sow.
That's why we run from our roots,
With our own demons in tow.
Try to understand but barely scratching the surface.
Try to understand,
the trials you face with each coming day.
Try to keep from drowning,
My inadequacy dragging me deeper.
Hard to keep a level head,
When you can hardly stand
Shaking loose these chains,
Won't happen with time.
We learn to carry that weight,
Slaves to the times.
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