Another banner year in the USA, no guilt, no shame
In the cities under lens handshakes are made, maybe seen by the NSA
Paxil-proud, medicated for a 4g day
I hear old souls scream beneath me: “you fuckers got it way too easy, and don’t have much to show from storing movies in clouds”
I stop, cut it, and then I got to thinking that the soul needs more than a life in HD
And everything’s gotten so fucking PC, or is it me?
Does the apple fall far from the tree? Am I cynical?
Well maybe there’s good reason to be
But you can count the bats in the belfry while they circle your head and you post your selfies to the wall of shame, the wall of the dead
I can’t judge cause I got an endless loop in my head
A disconnect from all the bandwidth, the culture shock from culture vanished
I follow the stars, I follow Christ, I search the night and I abuse technology
I redefine atrocity, address the colony, and behold the death of privacy
You can't really have my heart, you can only have my head
I don't have a good defense but you can maybe have my head
This isn’t the time, it can’t be the time
This isn’t the time, no it can’t be the time
The seas of indifference, the plains of silence
Entitlement, cockle shells, boredom and violence
Anxiety epidemics born of absolute zero
The devised dis-assembly of your biggest hero
These pill bottles never seem to list the greatest risks
Serotonin calms fears of threats that don’t exist
Still taken every day in cold worship, and powered by circuits
The board is soldered, the bored are fucking ruthless
Common sense replaced with so much self-love and eternal indifference
Indifference to the only other ones, we’re taught that we can’t trust
You can only take my head, bring hellfire from the heavens
Bring meaning to the meaningless, before time runs out, before the ships all sail away
The concept for i, n28 is primarily a result of my having great access to a large number of tools for creating music and a
desire to exercise ideas in my head accrued throughout many years without any other feasible way to do so. After spending my twenties as a drumming nomad in Sioux Falls, I found myself dwelling on a lot of my own ideas that had not been formally expressed....more
True Widow's music fuels a fantasy I have of being the lone walker in another life, traversing the desert by foot throughout the night. The ideal soundtrack for the gunslinger in us all. i, n28