If the ladder dont exist, then half the world will quit
Best part of suckin’ boots is the sting of the kick
They have to believe to keep the belly burning souls
They shove us from the high rise while we’re still tying the rope
Babies reach for bottles, like their daddies reach for slim necks
It was never abt central power, a fixation to mask certain death
never abt buying power, just about denying permanent death
The terror build monuments to the boogiemen of their heads
Rather be lonely than burdened by your abuse
If I’m not a man, what the hell do I got to lose
forgot to show the reason any adult would begin to care
only show yr violent side to the proven lies you can spare
hard to admit, a material world supersedes our magick
there are walls, machines of death, and men called fascists
lost children drink on the edges of the poisoned streams
chemical brains committed to the source of their rotting teeth
millions of sources telling them the market demands all value
toughen up, the market’s rough, ants under heels, deeply in love
brains humming above a weedeater engine think their spitting socratic
Questions and solutions, circling in squares, liberal magick
Proven lies, proven lies, oh proven lies
The only ones who believe are the one you’re wrapping your legs around tonight
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Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016