Things You Do While Waiting For the Apocalypse - Holy Sons

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Things You Do While Waiting For the Apocalypse Lyrics

Amen to the search for the knowledge of this world
Wishing that it sprang from every soul like a pearl
Did you do your own research?
Did you build from the ground your own church?
Down with the written histories (for those burned up books that we cannot read)
Celebrate the graves that you stand upon
This is love to the deaths that I'm standing on
A claustrophobic magic spirals, sickens and swirls
Can you feel the failure that I've felt with the girls?
Liberation's out, bring the mind-prisons back in
Get'em safe, Keep'em safe
Forget the past, Through eras their sickness lasts
Obsolescence, Pre-designed
Been picking fights with that lobotomized mind
Lock-down commencing soon
Too many graveyards on the moon
I can't forget until my mind dies
Just tell the future eras we tried
We're sending up flares, breed in good pairs
Fight with bare hands to occupy their chairs
I can't forget until my mind dies

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Holy Sons are but one, a son of the deep South. A true lo-fi dogmatist, Emil Amos self-professedly subscribes to the "therapy through 4-tracking" credo; he is an artist driven to create regardless of the marketability of the outcome. And create he does, prolifically. His output is near-constant between Holy Sons, where he writes every word and plays every instrument, and über-post-rockers Grails, where he contributes his talents as multi-instrumentalist as well as primary drummer, a position akin to the driver of the bus in this case. But as his alter ego, Holy Sons are the vehicle that carries a self-expression that borders on exorcism. - -AllMusic.com, Brian Way

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