I know God is a horse.
I know I am a whore.
Are you ever saved?
And are you ever paid?
I can feel your pain,
it leaks from every orifice in your body.
I can feel your pain.
Stomp it out, stomp it-
I may now forever dwell in the underpinnings of guiltful lust, naked and hysterical by a piano bench, alone... in my home.
A misunderstood and heavily glamorized image of your full physiognomy sears through synapse after synapse as a hazy recollection of it is cast before my peripheral conscious view.
And I can feel your pain,
it leaks from every orifice
in your body. And I am going
insane... as I re-invoke everything.
And I try to put you back in center, back in a safe place wherein I could maintain this image, it begins to fade into a blackness, a feeling of loss and a restrained sense of heartache. Heartache? It's gone now. You're gone now. The dream has passed and so we have passed as well.
Stomp it out. Stomp it out. Stomp it out. Stomp it out.
Well I become upset at my own bodily shortcomings, my inability to be there with you, and my inability to be here alone with myself. Fuck it.
I cannot help but feel hopelessly fucking cheated, cheated out of you... and cheated out of me. The way I feel prevents me from speaking the way I feel. I don't expect this to change soon, I don't expect you to change soon.
“Write The Soil Lighter” is full of beguilingly mysterious folk-adjacent music, shrouded in shadow and atmospherics. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2023