wrists soon will bury me
under alive
assume that culture will comply
ex foliate to breath
how could you not believe me!
oh why?
a corbel we are not
this capital is selfish somehow smooth
an unimportant life
is captured by the lesions
you wont hide
it's pulling me
of course it pulls
under our throats
how could you not belive me
oh why?
a corbel we are not
these frost bit teeth are so pressured
when digging through a mound of what we built
what we built on
so cut the bounds
we ventured on
no one will contest our arms
no will compress whats ours
i seem to be the least of it
why don't you bore me with statue wit
i seem to be the least of these
why don't you bore me
how could you not belive me
oh why?
a corbel we are not
if only earth was just a man
would you swallow him?
would you swallow his life?
supported by 5 fans who also own “People Are Keeping”
This was my introduction to Hail the sun almost a year ago, I like this album, and it's in my top 10 albums of all time, would love to have it on CD. halpcorgi
Barcelona's april the cruelest creates post-genre collages that examine internal self-hatred in response to systemic oppression. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 12, 2022
supported by 4 fans who also own “People Are Keeping”
this was the first track to resonate with me and it still does. "never really drowning but never really out of the water". says what i can't find the words for. Peace