ONE HUNDRED YEARS IS THE TIME THAT I SPENT WAITING FOR YOU TO GET INSIDE OF ME!
My mind is empty; It's running away
YOU MAKE ME WONDER WHY GOD MAKES PAIN FOR THE PAINFUL AND NEVER FOR THE UNREMORSEFUL
I got a brand new name for the pain
It's something like an appetite for hours of rain
How was your day?
Every day I try to crave what you say.
Complete me and cut me wide open and you will survive for days
I sacrifice myself for the sake of your face
Where the fuck am I now?
In a boat with my back to the ground
Face up
No luck
No love
Why is the sky moving but my body is still?
I struggle with queries and enigmas, I chill.
I wonder why the pope never popped pills
No one can ever match my chill
Save a picture of me
When I am gone you should remember me
Immortalize me
And scatter my ashes all over the sea
So I can be with the breeze
My brothers and sisters will all live with me
And don't forget a girl named she
I caught her hiding while under the sheets
Fucked up and I can't tell what I feel got a bullet in my throat
But nothing in this world will compare me to you.
I fucking cough without a coat. No protection from anything.
Fuck disappointments and assholes and bullying.
I want to cut off my skin
Finally soak you in
One of these days I will win
I'll suffer enough to make you feel invalid
You'll wish that your pain would envelope you
Traumatic while my brains developing
I want to overdose on anything
Spit records on a four track
I'm getting money while you're still getting no fucking cash back
I'm killing these verses
Putting lines in hearses
I never thought that I'd be thought of as a person.
Lo-fi experimental synth music from the Estonian producer and frequent Dean Blunt Collaborator, crafted in conjunction with a graphic novel. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024