Track 1 - Album: Futurism - Band: The Anchorage Drift

gushing surge of opulence, cavaliers to complete nonsense. the true soldiers of misfortune are mings and chengs drowning in the democratic fabric from our nation.

i see a path, it's a trail. i see a road, thru these woods. And on that road, we move so fast. we move so fast, it changes us. and we make the changes we move so fast, wheels sprout under us, then they become wings. and it changes us. and not…

One of two tracks done in Renoise. A lot of the samples are various binary files from my computer loaded as sound files!

Wanted to write lyrics for this one, but ran out of time :(

We need a ton of coal.