Catalyst from (untitled) by Druid Ruin

There are false people setting up little shops
On corners in the names of modern Western gods
Oh, they'll smile and say, "How's your day?"
But you can always tell which ones are fake
Eventually, it'll show up on their face
And there are people we let make us feel like shit
Some are famous, one could be with you at this moment
Symptoms of society, it's hard to find a place to be
And I can't tell if I'm a ship adrift at sea
It all just seems so surreal, is this really the wheel
We want to keep running in?
What does this machine make? Can it even bake a cake?
And what does this degree change? I'm still feeling slightly strange
Hard to believe this is real, but I swear you can feel
How everything is different
So can you tell me baby
Can you tell me baby
Can you tell me baby
What it means to be alive and free in this society, in this geography?
What does it mean to be alive and free in this society, in this geography?
What does it mean to be alive and free in this society, in this geography?
Can you tell me what it means to be alive and free in this society, in this particular geography?

• Catalyst
• Folk
• alt-country
• crooner
• folk rock
• pop
• Minneapolis