I close my eyes at night and I can see it burn
All the black piles are the things we thought we'd learned
The facts at last decay to trash and food for worms
The dark red dirt ready to till and start over
Is this the real life? battered and deep-fried
greasy fingers reaching for a taste
Is this the real life? they'll watch the blood dry
sitting back to profit on the waste
Glistening coils black like oil on white sand
The serpent ate but never sate
a tail that knows no end
Is this the real life? battered and deep-fried
greasy fingers reaching for a taste
Is this the real life? they'll watch the blood dry
sitting back to profit on the waste
Amazing Richmond rock band. Big noise with some interesting guitar work, thrown in with a dash of The Cure's dark sensibilities and some reverby haze. Ryan Micklos