Lyrics, vocals, composition, production and mixing: Brian Tibbs
Mastering: Robert L. Smith / Defy Recordings
Lyrics
Categories disintegrate, meaning eludes.
Structures dissolve, what to do?
Who are we? The scholars.
Who are we? The priests.
Who are we? The self-anointed,
Digging castles out of the sand.
Relationships weaken, solitude grows.
Systems are failing, where to go?
Who are we? The moguls.
Who are we? The technocrats.
Who are we? The self-anointed,
Digging holes to never be filled.
Our days are a search for meaning, so often, it seems, alone.
This wasteland swallows footsteps, no paths carved out in stone.
The sun reddens behind the hills, our long shadows hardening to bone.
And who are we?
Uncertainty everywhere, we’re missing a link.
Questions proliferate, what to think?
Who are we? The red-pilled.
Who are we? The woke.
Who are we? Self-anointed,
Digging roots out of the ground.