Just Like Everyone

I Know the truth and I know what I know
I know that money ain't shit, cause the fed can grow
It on a tree of corruption, so we gots to go
To a far away place, where the honey bees roam
Where da seagulls and eagles fly over the sky
Cause for some time now we have all been designed
Designed to eat what we eat and
Breath the stuff they drop from the sky
I'm about to tell you why
So listen up, it's time

They want the world, just like everyone
They want the world, I think this time they've won
They want the world, just like everyone
They want the world, I know this time they've won

Have you ever woken up with a dream, but a scheme
To fool the souls of every human on this earth?
Have you ever fell asleep while the scream's so extreme
That it hurts, feeling worse cause you feel no worth?
History intertwines
Have you noticed the signs?
Food safety, global warming, reforming, militarize
I said we're all designed
A plan that's been assigned
To us and then the world til they control all of our minds

They want the world, just like everyone
They want the world, I think this time they've won
They want the world, just like everyone
They want the world, I know this time they've won

We are the world, yeah they want everyone
We are the world, I think this time they've won
We are the world, yeah they want everyone
We are the world, thank God this time they've won

We are the world, yeah they want everyone
We are the world, thank God this time they've won

Just Like Everyone

That SILVER SUMMIT is a New York band is undeniable. The darkness and frenetic claustrophobia of NYC ebbs from every sonic pore of the band’s debut long player. New York City is nothing, though, if not trace elements of the globe’s disparate cultures (made uniform through earth and steel and flesh). Multiculturalism informs Silver Summit’s sonic character as much as the blackened brownstone facades, hidden public gardens and slumbering subway commuters must. Where else then to seek unmitigated conflations of metal, dream-pop, oriental, British folk and other harmonious dissonances than in the band’s own musings? The musical layers are infinite, as are the listener’s chances at discovery.

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We are made of clouds. 
We are tricks of Light.
We are shadows, 
frequencies,
apparitions,
 just outside your line of sight.

We are Horny.
We are Holy.
We are an echelon, 
a swarm of birds
black feathers on air,
we glide.

One of us always tells the Truth,
and One of us always lies.

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