Waking life, lacking presence
Drinking until I stink
Ingesting so I don’t think
Peeling eyelids back
Keeping quiet because my thoughts are irrational
Stuffing it down the shoot
The back burner of ill repute
Why stop now it’s in my nature
Why stop now theres always later
I want my cherry on top
Spare no expense at my lack of gratitude
Too distracted to notice the sweet smell of roses
Too caught up to care
Hand to mouth it justifies
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude