My cynicism offers too much company
Its claws are gripping my mind so masterfully
If it’s my choice to think outside my default brain
It’s seems my will has not a single thing to say
A master, a mastered?
Is it possible, to let go of all that I cling to?
Is it possible, to end these battles and wars?
I’d like to drop my arms and signal my defeat.
Is it possible? I’d like to think so.
My mind always gives me doses of tyranny
This crown is mine it offers me consistency
An army of men couldn’t dethrone this master
So with a prayer I will beckon a helper
Is it possible, to choose to lose my choices?
Is it possible, to end these battles and wars?
I’d like to drop my arms and signal my defeat.
Is it possible? I’d like to think so.
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016
This debut from the Melbourne-based folk-rock band tackles environmental issues, self-determination, and relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2023