All these moments vain, lump of meat on this floating rock in space
If finite spirit, let's perpetrate abuse of our brains
My heart with plaques
My IV tracks
Tame, tame
Drink to pass the day
Do it again
Who cares?
Pretend pixel deaths
Make me accomplished
Watch these template flicks
Made with dull mad-libs
Spheres in oblong gaps
Kicked by corporate hats
Give them all cash, they're all rich
Take this vainness, build my own time machine, skip these "endless" days
I'm going forward in time at 60 seconds per minute
A raucous adventure through noise, no wave, off-kilter DIY prog, and the absurdist side of post-punk from Pagan Athletes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2023