Someone once told me a beautiful lie, there’s only one way streets that lead up to the sky
Someone once told me you’ll never see, any kind of happiness if you don't stay with me
Someone has let all us sleeping dogs lie, you could knit a little sweater with the wool pulled from our eyes
Someone once told me you were born free, but from the womb straight to the tomb is where we’re meant to be
This fallacy, this fantasy, is starting to wear kind of thin, if you were me then you would see there’s no real way to win this rat race
What is the reason what is the price, of every bitter bastard’s soul on earth you could combine
I give you a quarter you’ll give me a dime, let’s settle on a price for all these little lover’s lives
I could be perfect if I really tried, I’ll pray away the days to all the angels up on high
They’ll feed you the ocean and sell you the fire, that in the night will set alight the sinner’s funeral pyres
This fantasy, this fallacy, that everyone will get their prize
Well I can see the reality, that the future is not very bright for this rat race now
Disappear into the two shapeshifting epics on the latest from Obelisk Ruins, each twist & turn like feeling your way through a dark maze. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 5, 2023