I haven't seen the sun in a while
I've found a place where my well being goes to die.
with condescension and contempt
decry a lack of dignity and reverence
and now you're thrusting, and sneering, and preaching
like the flame of the black friar burning
there's no understanding - no understanding
I hear the voices call in the night
where things I love have forced me to the darker side
and the things I chose to defend
leave me hard, unanswered questions once again
So now I'm screaming and swearing - I'm bleeding
and blind to the pain I'm causing
it seems like I'm failing to embrace my ideals and
As we go 'round and 'round
We're only tilting at windmills
dragging me down - 'cuz I let you
So we go 'round and 'round
like fools we're tilting at windmills
fury and sound - so where are we now?
A catchy jangle-rock concept album from the Chicago band, inspired by one of the most unbelievable jailbreaks of the 21st century so far. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2022