I haunt these homes in sleep unknown. I guide the blinded through bloodshot eyes for the desperation of my soul. Hatred, frustration, or whatever I may leave you with; love and understanding is a chance to exist. In bible's halls does no one preach. Influence the young and cultivate them while they're weak. Through enlightenment we know existence. In the power of knowledge lies the answers we seek. Yet I stand beside my friends alone in sadness and crying. A ghost of a man as my planet is dying.
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023