Don’t hate me
Now that you know who to blame
Sounds risky
You never could catch a break
They want asylum from your stupidity
They want the tide to come wash your winnings
Fall swiftly down from the branches of grace
Die empty
All of the good will is drained
They want to siphon your soul completely
They want the bile to come up on TV
If they take you alive
You’ll be tried on air at 8 at night
You’ll get up and fall asleep in a different world
Plastered on the street by an angry god
Look unflattering if you care to look
Accosted verbally until they bleed everything from you
Poor me I’m such a goddamn rolly polly bitch
So sorry take my life and we’ll get on with it
But they crow “he’s a witch,
Xylophone with no pitch”
But you know we’re not so different
Thats exactly why you’re scared to get up to fall asleep
Junk parts sold for cheap
Now so obsolete
Forever be discreet
Until they bleed everything from you
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023