They battle to lead, people that don't believe
Too many heads to this beast, betting worms decay is their feast
This winding road, has lost its way, this winding road
Searching for a new king coal, in all the places old
ways die hard, bruce willis he's still god
This winding road, has lost its way, this winding road
Like pigs in the mud, they're leaching our blood
Their faces crack like quartz, in chambers full of thought
foaming lips and hollow tongues, cliffs will fall and crush their lungs
This winding road, has lost its way, this winding road
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015