#bleak #indierock #postpunk

Okeeey... I will not make 5 complete songs. This was written a while back, but it was too darn happy. I kept the vocals and San's mournful guitar and the keys. It really needs an ending - the previous ending was far to strident and anthemic.

I've added new guitars, bass and played with autotune on the "no no no's"

I also have a (metric) tonne of FAWM listening to catch up on, and I'm really looking forward to a long commute.

a middle finger to the tiny blue lights to the ceaseless drones and their satellites

millions queue for food or that phone a parking lot is a place called home

next time it will be the same ... no no no no no no no no no no

the more a system fades the more it comes to light we're huddled together to fat to fight

next time it will be the same ... no no no no no no no no no no