Render from Future Mirror by The Atomic Bomb Audition

line me up, take the pulse
I’m ready
seems that death visit comes to me too brief
go anyway
I’m running high, I’m burning bright
an impatient flame called age
no future gold? - no future, cold
careful - your hand looks old
these days and weeks are all the dream sees
so do we, until the dream sleeps
you were seventeen
barely king but I knew to lead or to follow
so why try now?
“good day,” I said
you said, “noted”
ha ha - I pause, you pause
tragic / priceless
(what about) truth is, that was magic
I formed in thunder
I fell out of the sky
the challenge of the light
no wonder I know what to do this time
(decision: render)
all torn asunder, I fall into the sky
the promise of the light
all is wonder - I know what to think of time
(decision: render)

• Rock
• alternative
• art rock
• doom
• metal
• post-metal
• post-rock
• progressive
• shoegaze
• Oakland