Like puppets without strings
Manipulated from without
Karmic enforcers, architects of impulse
Bestow the inescapable energy of habit
Our existential molding
Born of countless causes and conditions
And yet we speak of freedom
I of mine, you of yours
Missing the mark, entrapped we feel
Liberation without a sense of what binds
The parlance of freedom
Is the parlance of dreams
Lifeless ruins
Harrowing breakdowns and unforgiving instrumentation maintain a palpable undercurrent of suspense across the Denver doom band's third LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2020