For the screamers at heart, an angry grunge rock song.
Mellow acoustic rock and hard-hitting alternative.
I'm a solo artist originally from the Inland Empire. My roots are in noisy alternative and melodic punk rock.
Story behind the song
I felt like writing something a little bit edgier. This song has teeth. Thematically it's darker than most of my other songs. I think the line, "A meat making machine with consciousness" says it all.
Lyrics
I'll play a song, the one in my head
if you'll play along and act interested
in the underlying message.
Too many frustrated heads are asking for an answer, searching for an answer.
In the headlines, morality is being defined,
but you don't mind.
It makes things so much easier
to build a value system, smile for the camera,
count your idle blessings the meek are so depressing.
We play along, when we're on the outside, playing a song that most won't hear and fewer care to learn.
You can't ever relish or complain, foster admiration or disdain.
Embrace the solemn fact that evolution's span is turning and the time can't be determined.
Reduced to this: a meat making machine with consciousness, battered with anthrax and common sense, and as the wheels are turning the meat is baked and burning.
There's nothing we're discerning.
