They begged me not to go
But I'm a stubborn schmo
The fruit was hanging low
The time was right to harvest into the night
To starve just wouldn't be right - so I tried
It's eerie in these walls
There's skeletons and skulls
They all are missing jaws
I climb through mold
I step over nuggets of gold
A treasure somebody stole - now it's mine
Maybe I should stop for a drink?
There's water leaking out of the sink
There's poison dripping out of my teeth
My eyes - a million flies - a million souls
I ate my first born son
His father's on the run
A woman needs her fun
The rest I left - I guess they're starving to death
Breathing their last breaths but I'm fine!
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019