The lens filters the signs
Displays in real time my plan of attack
Ahead where destruction is found
Behind was always down on impact
Alarms screaming sure defeat
Only feigning my retreat to counteract
With rage and flame firing low
To strike the final blow and end contact
There will be war tomorrow
‘Cause all I see is red
It’s pain inside my head
When I think of what you said
If it’s thirty-four miles to Mars
We are dead
There will be war tomorrow
‘Cause all I see is red
It’s pain inside my head
When I think of what you said
If it’s thirty-four miles to Mars
Then all I see is red
Monochromatic dread
I remember what you said
If it’s thirty-four miles to Mars
We are dead
credits
from Weather On The Brain,
released September 22, 2020
Michael Wilson - lead guitar
The eclectic influences of this California group shine through on these creeping tracks, full of dark electronics and intimate vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 15, 2020