Built the world with my hands
Push the bone into my skin
These machines are my life
In a way they own mine
Through the years on my own
No distraction within my home
These machines are my life
With a hope that somehow
Life is more than
Etnterainment
Left to run itself out of breath
Standing on the outside looking in
A lifetime leading up to this
Blind and afraid
Running for days
I can hear them coming
There's nothing left for me here
Sinking deeper into my fears
As we widen the great divide
Between the ones that
May or may not just
Reflect ourselves
In the image of someone else
And we are what we hate in spite
Of what we happen to say
As the night turns to cold
I've lost count of the days im owed
These machines are my life
And the end is in sight
All the pieces in place
Now to draw your attention away
These machines are my life
And the hope that somehow
Life is more than
Entertainment
Left to run itself
Out of breath
I am tired of waiting in this life
Is it the first time, is it the first time
You set us off to live this way, this way, this way
Tired of trading myself
Is it the first time, is it the first time
You left alone the mess you made, you made, you made
Why have you left us, who do you think you are?
I've done all that I can and more
Tell me who do you think you are
Before they take me, what do you think you are
I've done all that you’ve asked and more
Tell me what do you think you are, tell me what do you think you are?
Former members of the great band SubRosa return as The Otolith, and their debut LP finds them at the peak of their mighty powers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2022