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eyes like a raccoon’s, a voice like a child’s.
bared rows of sharp fangs when it smiled.
it swallowed me, it choked me down.
now i live my life underneath the ground.
nobody sees me. nobody hears me.
at least, for now.
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unreal tournament
02:03
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pink dots on the table
and floating in front of my eyes,
burning a hole in my pocket
and searing the back of my mind.
i hit my head hard on the corner of the wood.
i hit my head hard, and fell down right where i'd stood.
i scraped up both my hands, and i tumbled like some dice.
i slipped without the ice. i'm clumsy but i'm nice.
yeah, at least i'm nice.
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power overwhelming
03:14
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kitchen knife tears a hole in the sky.
stars get born, stars die.
kitchen knife tears a hole in the sky.
stars get born, then stars die.
i've been born. end is nigh.
people are born, then they die.
will people mourn when i die?
when i die, end is nigh.
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i remember you, porcupine.
barbed-wire legs. scratch all night.
weak systems catch a cold.
dysphoric and vulnerable.
i'm stuck with the mess.
no one else is going to clean it up.
i strive for “success” but expect much worse.
pins and needles, prickly.
ants and beetles, centipedes
crawling all across my body.
scarabs on my face.
Anubis, find me well.
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a bump on the neck. stab it to drain.
out of saliva. no stranger to pain.
face too funny to break.
too much money to lose.
living in the red but stuck on the blues.
a harpoon, a harpoon, a harpoon
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st. andrew's cross
03:21
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i am alone except for the eyes
peering down at me from every wall.
they do not blink.
no, they don’t blink at all.
i am alone except for the voices,
like drums in the darkness of the hall.
so loud i can't hear myself think.
thinking i'm something that i know i'm not.
i know just what they want.
i hope i can suffer more for you.
i’m in the 9th circle, forever more to chew.
i’m not holding up well. i’m leaving this rock.
it feels like i broke both my hands.
knowing i'm something that i thought i was not.
i know just what i've got to do.
i hope i can suffer more for you.
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well... he'll fly away
03:13
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this vessel is full to the brim
with thoughts of another night spent on ice.
welcome in, take your time.
help yourself. i've been fine.
close my eyes. well, that's a sign.
the know it all dropped the ball. field of mines.
i should have sprouted feathers from my skin
and taken flight.
every night i'm picking fights
that only serve to prove you right.
fill in all the blanks you can.
forgot to hit the lights.
hello, beacon.
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hell will find a way
03:57
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you imagine me in freefall from a few thousand feet.
salivating for defeat.
i found a hole that fits me perfectly,
and i crush myself within it.
'cause i can't help but stretch too thin.
eviscerate a feeling. glow in the sun.
get this close? you'd scorch anyone.
uncomfortably hot.
thoughts all tied up in knots.
roasting 'till i rot,
all i see is pink dots.
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freya crescent Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
no one's gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong
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