1. |
Things are sinking in
03:19
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Yes, I have wrong
I have sinned
I’ve been selfish
My creedance undone
I’ve been faithless
A heathen
Of secular religion
Tarnishing the sacred
In you
You don’t have to know my sentiments
I put you through enough, I have guess
For mind-reader you always were, I’ll do better, that I swear
Cuz I really threw it off, cuz I really threw it off
Feeling cornered up
Catching up to a trail of signs
That wrap me, signs that wrap me
Reading the writing on the wall
The haunting scent of miasma
Sinking down my throat
The moral weight of presence
Makes me feel unfold
The heaviness of weightlessness
The heaviness of weightlessness
You don’t have to know my sentiments
I put you through enough, I have guess
For mind-reader you always were, I’ll do better, that I swear
Cuz I really threw it off, cuz I really threw it off
I have to realize that
You are my everything
A world that is alive
Beating heart, a hearth
Warming our hands
From the coldness of our
Disdainful demise
Couldn’t decide
What to prioritize.
My heart only knows
What I try to rationalize
Couldn't decide between you and I
My heart only knows
what I try to rationalize
rationalize between you and I
You don’t have to know my sentiments
I put you through enough, I have guess
For mind-reader you always were, I’ll do better, that I swear
Cuz I really threw it off, cuz I really threw it off
You don’t have to know my sentiments
I put you through enough, I have guess
For mind-reader you always were, I’ll do better, that I swear
Cuz I really threw it off, cuz I really threw it off
You don’t have to know my sentiments
I put you through enough, I have guess
For mind-reader you always were, I’ll do better, that I swear
Cuz I really threw it off, cuz I really threw it off
You don’t have to know my sentiments
I put you through enough, I have guess
For mind-reader you always were, I’ll do better, that I swear
Cuz I really threw it off, cuz I really threw it off
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2. |
Science Fiction
02:56
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Feeling really scared, why don’t you hold me?
I just spent all of my energy
Chasing after ghosts in the night
Wondering if they are alright
Images of the past
Neither forgotten or undone
Looked at with fragile eyes
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
Gentle, like most flowers I’ve ever seen
Like the ones invoked by memory
Like the silks that makes my skin
Bespoke its own fragility
I will say what I want
I want everything, everything I
Have lost in the ash, I
Have lost in the ash
I will say what I want
I want everything, everything I
Have lost in the ash, I
Have lost in the ash
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
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3. |
Vientre
02:50
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Quiero algo mas
Quiero un veneno entero en mi cuerpo
Quiero destajar
Los hechos de mi piel los quales encuentro
Esos lasos que me atrapan en tu mirada
El despejo de tu cuerpo es lo que espero
Quiero vomitar
Estoy sintiendo mi espalda quebrada
Quiero remplazar
Mi vientre perdido es muy querido
Esto es visceral
Creo en mi vida mas que misas
Eso uno olvida
Como la herida de una mentira
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4. |
FRIENDS! [explicit]
04:20
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I think I understand what is a very simple lesson
In the friendships that you’ve nestled in all along
It is not all do or die, or any type of sacrifice
But giving just a moment anyways
It always takes me moments just to figure out
Endeared by the jokes, the joy, and the laugh
In those moments I sink into the lines
Friends, cuz you bring the best of me
My quirks and my sense
My sweetness, my silliness
And I love you
Cuz no motherfucker is enough
Just being present here with you, my love
Sharing smokes and hitting dabs
Is all that I wanna
Friends
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5. |
self-crit
03:44
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All these things I ask of you
I should really be asking to myself
I wondering if after everything
Nothing’s coming back
A lesson missed at that
Scorched fire tendencies fire
An impulse of unconscious desire
My neglects, my guilts, and my ires
The hell of myself I’ve inspired
I just think of the frequency that our paths have overtook
Intertwining like a twilight of the fiction of our thoughts
Absentminded subjects over subjects yet disclosed
What do i know?
I wish I could have seen it coming
My hubris, my hindsight. Honey
My shame is on display here, sorry
I should have figured it out
I wish I could have seen it coming
My hubris, my hindsight. Honey
My shame is on display here, sorry
I should have figured it out
I wish I could have seen it coming
My hubris, my hindsight. Honey
My shame is on display here, sorry
I should have figured it out
Fragmentalize
Down to disparate parts
Everyone lies like I do to myself
I emphasize all these narrative lines
Hiding nothing in disguise
Cannibalize
Until it will suffice
With nothing left behind
But vulnerable and tender
Naked flesh alive
Fragmentalize
Down to disparate parts
Everyone lies like I do to myself
I emphasize all these narrative lines
Hiding nothing in disguise
Cannibalize
Until it will suffice
With nothing left behind
But vulnerable and tender
Naked flesh alive
Fragmentalize
Down to disparate parts
Everyone lies like I do to myself
I emphasize all these narrative lines
Hiding nothing in disguise
Cannibalize
Until it will suffice
With nothing left behind
But vulnerable and tender
Naked flesh alive
Fragmentalize
Down to disparate parts
Everyone lies like I do to myself
I emphasize all these narrative lines
Hiding nothing in disguise
Cannibalize
Until it will suffice
With nothing left behind
But vulnerable and tender
Naked flesh alive
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