Routine is a prison cell
Conformity a kind of hell
Yet we build these walls around us.
Our maps are chartered from birth
It’s like a goddamned curse
But we allow these bonds to tie us
Every venture starts with that first step
And it’s the hardest step of all
Set your sights on new horizons
Go in search for distant shores
When you draw your last breath
Will you feel you did it all?
Was there more to see?
Did you reach those distant shores?
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017