ITHOOL from ITHOOL by Jeremy Serwer

Mother it seems you've fallen I'll in your teens
Given pills and regimen to heal the cancer that is our own
There's worry in the mass that they hide behind the glass
Losing shake and turning backs on our mother all alone


There’s no safe in savior
Faith is failure
Don’t you sit in your hands and bleed
Woven hands turn to vapors
Hope and prayers won’t save us
Don’t you sit on your hands and bleed


This master is our own
He was made with human hands
Now he kills and makes demands of our mother all alone
This savior is not mine
He appears in time and time not from nature
But from minds I. The hour of our lords


There’s no safe in savior
Faith is failure
Don’t you sit on your hands and bleed
Woven hands turn to vapors
Hope and prayers won’t save us
Don’t you sit on your hands and bleed


It's after the end
No reason for pretend
Now bend your knees descend
In the hour of our lords

• Alternative
• americana rock alt-folk
• indie folk
• instrumental
• post-rock
• San Francisco