Miasma Act 3: Now that you are buckled in, a constant barrage of information flows into you. Your mind is an island surrounded by a sea of entertainment, thinly veiled as promises of happiness, enlightenment, growth, survival and social ascension. Unable to make sense of the chaos, you find comfort in ideology and your delusions consume you.
Recorded at FUMEG Studios in Winter/Spring 2023
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Micah Birch
Guitars, Vocals - Micah
Guitar, Vocals - Derek
Keys, Synth, Saxophone - Jon
Bass - Elijah
Drums - Tyler
Lyrics
There's a face in Nevada that's carved in dunes
It's crater eyes hold no human life I have known
It's mouth moves, and it speaks in waves of radiation
Messages are directed to the face on Mars
Secret society below me
Shifting what I thought to be
The truth that we are dying
Reaching for our gas masks
Climbing into corporate owned hazmat suits
Expressions hid beneath a layer of plastic
The world appears as honest as television
Looking out, I see monolithic signs consuming
The holy sacraments devoured so discreetly
It's magnificent how the faces rise from desolation
Tectonic plates shifting, feeding strange barren figures
I can feel your distant interest
Deconstructing my ambitions
We live inside of walls
Built to keep us calm
Lines of code connect our love and redirect our anger
My eyes are under someone else's control
Advertising a more fulfilling life