back into this fine place where i don't feel no haste
as i grip this liquid embrace
surrounded by waves
crashing around me reminds me of the good old days
like the first time i felt a melting sensation in my face
my first love
my first taste
but as it the world turns
it turns out that worlds change
from playing with lego to chilling with the mates
we used to throw rocks at seagulls
now were all up adjusting our egos
chipmunks to construction sites
boys to men
the truth has burned out so bright it's time to pretend
one thousand synths
one thousand melodies
i need some good memories
I'm on my knees
its seldom to see the roots in these bones feel this cold breeze
may be life is the drug we really fiend
may be hostility is really not our scene
may be if the aliens come we should look up to to the beam
and find out whether this life is just a dream
(just a dream) (just a dream) (just a dream) (just a dream)
one thousand synths
one thousand melodies
i need some good memories
I'm on my knees
its seldom to see the roots in these bones feel this cold breeze
may be life is the drug we really fiend
may be hostility is really not our scene
may be if the aliens come we should look up to to the beam
and find out whether this life is just a dream
From Bristol, UK, the music of Object Truth runs from hushed, atmospheric synth songs to full-bodied, bass-heavy bangers. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2021