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Into the Hellmouth

from Year of the Ox by Futurist

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lyrics

There will come a day when you will
look around
and think I was the
one in a million shotguns
that could evade the ricochet
but then it happened,
I let you down.
It's already underway,
seeping in,
schizophrenic,

in a state of emergency that keeps me awake,
pushed to the wits' end, your half life.

The sugary static tones,
hypnotic and endless,
disorient rats that were born
never knowing the sky
and now contemplate their maze.
But does it even matter
when heretics are still marked as villains?
We're only following crumbs to the gallows.

Eyewitness hues dark as ink and cannon fodder crimson
tides are rising with each brushstroke of this fallen angel's bloodshot view.

In a crisis of identity
I lay it down,
improvising at your funeral parade.
Because there will come a day
when you won't look for me
but don't blame the author
of the book you were burning.

I mean, it's allegiant enough to
the state of emergency.
We'll keep you awake,
testing your limits.
All shelf life expired.

The violence you use to compel the doubt
and god fearing, the cultural landscape
is littered and bruised like the fruit that fell
from the tree of knowledge of suffering.
There's so many things I don't yet understand about your nature.
Perhaps we are doomed to collapse beneath the burden of being alone
in a state of of emergency.

In a crisis of identity
I lay it down,
improvising at your funeral.

In a state,
The state of emergency.
it’s the devil’s food cake.
It keeps me away from the thing
that I really care about and the people that I
could not make it home without.
It's a sorry state.

The state of emergency.

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from Year of the Ox, track released January 28, 2022
Produced by Curtis Peel
Coproduced by Dave Brandwein

Mixed by Jason "Jocko" Randall
Mastered by Jeff Lipton and Maria Rice
Engineered by Dave Brandwein
Vocal Engineer - Andrew Greacen
Album Artwork - Curtis Peel & Jason Risner

Galaxy Smith Studios - Brooklyn, NY
More Sound Studio - Syracuse, NY
Peerless Mastering - Boston, MA

Joey Campanella - Drums
Joshua Curry - Bass
Steve Okonski - Organ, Synthesizer
Curtis Peel - Vox, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Synthesizers
Robert Sulzer - Electric Guitar

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Futurist Austin, Texas

FUTURIST is the “Alt Rock, Psychedelic-Pop” project launched in Brooklyn, NY, with a unique take on psychedelic rock and earnest songwriting achieving a sound best described as "future-classic." By virtue of experimentation, a multimedia vision, and an energetic delivery, FUTURIST creates a wall of sound that ignites audiences with their own style and modern mythology. ... more

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