I see the temples of the old ways, but they are too late. I walk the aisles in the old style, but the relics have all been defiled.
I look for sun through the window panes, but the glass has all been stained. I give you man, the one true faith.
I step outside to the old stairs, but they lead nowhere. I walk the fields our father tilled, but they have all grown sour. I give you history, the one true flower.
I fear the ruins will spread to our great halls. I give you death, the one true wall. The old masterworks are falling apart. I give you law, the one true art.
I stand with the great men of history at my back.
I give you violence,
the one true act.
I wave my arms to the timeless sound. The orchestra raises its guns and plays
the One True Song.
credits
from 1,
released February 22, 2015
Greg/drums,vox
Heather/bass
Joddo/guitar, vox
An expansive intermingling of noise rock and art pop from Aussie rockers Agency; All sales from this record go directly to charity. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2020