Pay your money, plead your case... try to stay in a state of grace... oh yeah...

Sam came up with the groove, and we just grabbed it and ran... All hail the great AI... all hail the great AI.

Psychedelic futurism, a rocker with a robotic twist...

Pay your money, plead your case... try to stay in a state of grace... oh yeah...

Sam came up with the groove, and we just grabbed it and ran... All hail the great AI... all hail the great AI.

Psychedelic futurism, a rocker with a robotic twist...

Pay your money, plead your case... try to stay in a state of grace... oh yeah...

Sam came up with the groove, and we just grabbed it and ran... All hail the great AI... all hail the great AI.

In a dramatic finale, the colonists confront the ripple effects of their actions and the ultimate fate of humanity, as they strive to shape a new future for themselves and their planet.

A sweet, hopeful melody; a song about coming out of the winter of the soul. The basic drum and guitars recorded live on floor in warehouse/ carpentry shop.