That's quite enough of your condescension
How foolish of me to speak my mind
One day I will learn not to mention
How hard I have to try
To open up my eyes
And see anything that's reassuring
Oh lord, I have to try,
I don't know why
I must be sick
I was never one of your gifted ones
Not quite the man I want to be
Never very good at accepting my boundaries
'Cause there is a voice in the back of my head
It say: go on, go on
Get what you can, be what you can
Go on, go on,
You can rest when you're dead.
But I get so tired so quickly
The weight of the world
Chafes so easy on the skin of a coward
And I carry both of them on my bones
My blood runneth over
'Cause my soul is thirsty
Try a year of this
I'm on twenty-three
Let's see what I can be
Even though we're so close
To the end of the story
I will vie,
I will die
For a moment of levity
Oh lord, I have to try
I don't know why,
I must be sick
I was never one of your gifted ones
Not quite the man I want to be
Never very good at accepting my boundaries
'Cause there is a voice in the back of my head
It say: go on, go on
Get what you can, be what you can
Go on, go on,
You can rest when you're dead.
But I get so tired so quickly
The weight of the world
Chafes so easy on the skin of a coward
And I carry both of them on my bones
My blood runneth over
'Cause my soul is thirsty
Cavernous electronic music that is pitch black and terrifically unsettling, this is the kind of thing that would score a xenomorph rave. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2022