Bred from scum without a spine,
Forced to make the most of,
The life you left behind,
Weakness in the seed I've grown from.
Your line is lost.
The damage is done.
A father would stay.
Like a coward you run.
We are not, the same.
I hate the part of you, that lives in me.
(Create a life, then leave, like fucking game.)
I hate the part of you, that lives in me.
(I reject, the blood, that's in my veins)
The only thing I ever learned from you,
To run, from all i, love.
You'll find an open casket,
In the grave that you dug.
Bury the image of,
Your own flesh and blood.
Only thing I ever learned from you
To run, from all I, love.
You'll find an open casket,
In the grave that you dug.
Bury the image of,
Your own flesh and blood.
Even in its prettiest, most celestial moments, the South Dakota trio's sound feels dark and dense and deeply rooted. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 24, 2021