Bloodworker from Earth (EP) by Machines Dream

Reviewing your nightmares
You turn on the news
Sifting though garbage
For grains of the truth

And the blood on your hands won’t wash away

Nature is frightened
But what can it do
There’s no fear of dying
But I worry for you

And the blood on your hands won’t wash away
The lies of convenience you sell today
Oceans of plasma
Beaches of rust
The ghosts of your future write your name in the dust

Inherit a planet
Take on a debt
There’s ash in the coffee
From the last cigarette

And the blood on your hands won’t wash away
The lies of convenience you sell today

• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• Sault Ste. Marie