We crawl at the feet of the ones that lead behind the curtain, yet we're so certain we're the ones in control because "here, we have it all". Carry the torch of liberty; a ticking time-bomb, a fallacy embedded in our dreams. Feed our minds with poison, drain our bodies to satisfy them. We lay in the nest with our mouths wide open; defenseless, freezing in the fucking cold. We will never soar. We are only dust in the hands of our creation, in the hands of our only means of escape.
An extensive compilation of metal, hardcore, punk, and folk songs benefitting reproductive justice non-profits around the world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 3, 2019