I met a man who climbed inside to find his god and golden sky
He ain't gonna buy those fairy tales of demons, death, and nails
Gonna make it his own ride
But he found out when he died
There was a girl who watched her father die by the blade of a rusty knife
And I felt my soapbox start to slide on her spit that missed God's eyes
Gonna say it anyway
Gonna bleed into her pain
And now it's shimmering in your frozen black tomb
Your eyes are glimmering with the light of the new sun and moon
I'm trying, I'm flying on the wind in the sky
But you're dying, you're dying
In the arms of an empty lie
Yet I know that you will rise again
You will rise
I had a friend who could not find a thing in his soul
That led him to the gate
And he cursed the words that left my tongue
And he cursed his random fate
When he tried to take his life I found the only word I had was
'Wait'
Now I'm shimmering in your frozen black tomb
My eyes are glimmering with the light of the new sun and moon
I'm trying, I'm flying on the wind in the sky
But you're dying, you're dying in the arms of an empty lie
Throwing softness and subtlety to the wind, Stockholm's Lowrider raze a molten, stoner-rock warpath, all fuzzy riffs and percussive grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020