Streaming + Download
Recorded at Earhammer Studios, Oakland, CA
Engineered by Greg.
The numbers speak as prophets,
falling upon the ears of the deaf.
Foretelling of a darken Sun.
Your Machine has forgotten the feathered wing,
fed by plagues of locust.
Its Structure stands upon stilts of dust and debris,
masked by concrete impossibilities
whilst the dull surface waves
her Olive Branch, full of glory.
We march haphazardly
to the tune of ruin ideologies,
and brazen deception;
open Eye shone
like the North Star,
revealing the flood,
open and aware.
from The Burial Tide
track released August 13, 2011
Erika, Gregg, Jay, Leslie and Marcelo
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