Magnets from Machete Arm by Matted Grass

i been thinking. i been staring at the sun.
earth is a fireball churning beneath us.
a molten magnet wrapped in stone,
tugging on the iron in our blood.
we forged a looking glass
and we saw that heaven is black,
but we don’t have to be loved to love.
no, we are all grown up.

we’ll look to the sky without asking for help.
we won’t hope for heaven but we won’t fear hell.

eyes open when we’re born. what is this place?
such strange dreams we’ve entertained:
ancestors in the woods, father in the sky,
a man on a cross and reasons why.
i won’t turn away. now we’re seeing through hubble’s eyes.
but i won’t say these words don’t make me cry:
we don’t have to be loved to love.
we don’t have to be loved to love.

we’ll look to the sky without asking for help.
we won’t hope for heaven but we won’t fear hell.
our view’s not blocked at night. we’re dangling over the abyss.
always feel ourselves falling, but we can’t help looking in.

• Experimental
• electronic
• indie
• indie rock
• rock
• textures
• Winston Salem