Everything we retain
All muscles all memory explain
The paths we took in becoming no one
A simple human being
Umbilical stupidity
They'd raise a glass to the working class
But i'd say fuck the whole machine
Oh, the irony
And I am a part of it
I fucked up
I regret
I bought things I shouldn't have
It's a tiny engine that's spewing relentlessly
Poisonous pieces of ash
They tear up inside of me
Destroying everything
My lungs can't seem to pass
The black tar ick that makes me sick
It cuts my freedom in half
Oh, the irony
When my eyes get tired and I slowly fade
I will hear the dark's vast serenade
And all posessions I seem to have gained
Will cease to exist
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023