I should be dead and fossilized, but I'm awake and I'm alive.
And I know it scares you too: my weathered skin and sunken eyes and broken teeth...
And I'm just as surprised as you that I'm alive.
I know it scares you that I haven't died.
Should be extinct, shouldn't be alive.
I weathered storms of acid brine, and crawled ashore 'neath blackened skies.
And I know much more than you: I've been around since ancient times.
You're young and foolish, and I am old and wise, so you can step aside.
I know it scares you that I haven't died.
Should be extinct, shouldn't be alive.
I know it scares you that I'm still around.
Should be extinct, and underground.
Long-time Boston spazzy math-punks take a deep breath and make their best and most dynamic record. Enigmatic lyrics and an overall atmosphere of paranoiac dread hang atop it all. Best of 2013 contenda Hex Map
Propulsive feedback-soaked basement punk jams from Boston expatriates now hanging out in cow country. RIYL dirty carpets, jumping around and slipping and hitting your head on the water heater, parties Hex Map