I’m not the one, I’m not that guy
I’m not standing like a statue as the world goes by
I’ve seen that man, I know the one
Who is standing in the shadows, looking on
With all the passion of the moon
I’m okay now, I didn’t mean to shout
It’s just sometimes this whirlwind inside me must come out
‘cause it pulls me in, draws me constantly
As I fight the endless currents of apathy
Let me show my passion free from any derision
I won’t worship your idols
Release from this prison
Cause I need, I need, I need to breathe
And I see, and I see, and I feel
With all the passion of the moon
Empty inside, growing up too soon
You learn to sing a different tune
With the passion of the moon
With all the passion of the moon
Empty inside, growing up too soon
But now you have you’re silver spoon
And the passion of a cold, dead moon
Once again my passion will betray my decision
I won’t worship your idols
I’m breaking out of this prison
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020