A rebel anti anthem where comfort becomes a velvet shackle, this proto metal/garage rocker turns screens and paperwork into symbols of soft control, climbing from cynical unease to a defiant vow that you will never own the flame, all amid fuzz, grit, and a ringing coda.
A blistering proto‑metal broadside where ignored warnings become policy. Fuzz soaked riffs, a commanding contralto lead, and vivid imagery of datafication and “electric prayer” drive an arc from dread to defiance—asking who owns the eyes, the records, and the truth.
A fuzzed proto‑metal broadside where warnings harden into laws, this lyric sheet tracks our drift from convenience to control and from sleep to defiance. The refrain turns the present into a rallying cry, ending with a communal ignition become the gasoline.
