I think I have answers,
The world is a cancer.
Our blasphemous mantras,
All bullets in blood.
The sickness, the triggers,
We hope idol figures
Will carry the buried
Souls up above.
Made out of carbon,
Stored in compartments.
We’re too bored to function
All baked in the mud.
With no one to save us,
I hope we can face us.
We turned on the world
And now we wait for the flood.
The toxins, the plastic
The water is acid.
An ocean of madness,
Your homes will all float.
Can you vote for a savour?
Owe Noah a favour?
Think man is much greater?
We’re the butt of a joke.
So we line up in shame while we pray for ourselves,
We say that we care but we’re happy in hell.
I think we all know that we’re all gonna drown.
We’re all gonna drown.
We’re all gonna.
I think I have answers,
The world is a cancer.
Our blasphemous mantras,
All bullets in blood.
With no one to save us,
I hope we can face us,
We turned on the world
And now we wait for the flood.
So we line up in shame while we pray for ourselves,
We say that we care but we’re happy in hell.
I think we all know that we’re all gonna drown. (x2)
We’re all gonna drown.
We’re all gonna.
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024