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just say his name
01:54
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i saw his face floating there like a nightmare
i brought friends to convince me that it wasn’t there
covered in paint and amputating fangs
instinct screaming out just say his name
is coming of age supposed to feel like being chased?
seven friends shaking in fear of all the super dark times they were in
they said “It’s just a part of growing up.”
it could never be trauma, no it couldn’t
because all the kids like us
they always lived through it.
...they’re fine, right?
"i worry about you a lot bevy, sometimes I worry a lot"
we'll step back to the root of our trauma
face it and move on together
we'll step back to the root of our trauma
face it.
moving on together.
i saw his face floating there like a nightmare
i brought friends to convince me that it wasn’t there
covered in paint and amputating fangs
instinct screaming out just say his name (pennywise)
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games
01:03
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("looking at horrible situations is so fascinating, because the spectator is not directly concerned" - Michael Haneke)
vacation
a weekend
on the water
just wait to see the games that wait for them
i guess i had a bad time
i guess it never worked out
i'm keeping lights on the three hopeless
the tickets in their seats all waiting for relief
hope you have a bad time
it never really works out
suddenly cheering for the helpless
i thought that you applauded death and violence?
what did you think this was?
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beach gore
01:36
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this town it eats off sand and water
i’m feeding off their sons and daughters
to keep the crowds at ease they opened up for the summer again
a basic instinct: sate the hunger
they’re seeing townsfolk ripped asunder
a gray mass expands into a bloody red plume of filth
now they feel a strong pressure gripping down on their arms and legs
(you better stay on the land)
pulling them deep down as my teeth sink in
(or get a bigger fucking boat)
this waters home to an ancient dread
and now they’re pulling all their guns out
blown inside out
i guess I’m just floating dead in the water
i brought fright to this town again
i'm just floating dead in the water
they’ll never forget it
it’s the summer they’ll never forget
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leather
01:14
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i keep a blood soaked rag on the radiator
the smell of sweat and rust helps me to keep it together
i’m stretching out their faces to see what it’s like to be them
i never had a mother, I never had a father
i keep a project shut in the refrigerator
the smell of damp cold air
helps me to keep it together
i'm stretching out their faces to see what it’s like to be them
i never had a mother, a psychopathic father
it's okay
it’s dinner time
we’re sitting down like a family unit again
breaking bread, bones and flesh
while our guest is running outside
i keep chase in a futile attempt as my
chainsaw rips an orange sky
waving goodbye
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confirmation bias
01:54
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make this
another one that’s haunting the kids
a family blends in to four walls harboring a nightmare
living together
looking to the skies for stormy weather
to break this
they’re looking out instead of inside
horrified by the terror that they might find
in sitting down together
looking at their own ghosts, not a false hope
summer breeze it settles over my skin
a shadow fills the lawn I feel it coming again
to feel a presence in the house
it’s a start
you’re looking for your keys in the dark
where there’s a demon there’s a secret that you’re trying to keep
and splashing water on your trauma never led to relief
hauntings and possessions
always occur in transitions
there’s a supernatural explanation for all of this
if you’re looking for it
oh god, you’re missing the point it’s that
hauntings and possessions
always occur in transitions
there’s a perfectly rational explanation for all of this
if you’re looking for it
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letter
00:53
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7. |
hashtagcamplife
01:56
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i guess i gotta go to camp
it works like this
“you’ll have a better time there
than you would if you were to stay here”
the vile way that the counselors and kids
stood single file in a line of deviance
speaking up it never seemed to ever do the trick
what did they expect from this?
a new tradition of of abuse it triggered everything that used to sit below and now it’s coming up again
it’s heating up again
to feel helpless
to feel like this
they’ll feel helpless
they’ll feel like this
(Break this)
taking out this rage on the most depraved
hope you're feeling nice and big as you terrorize the kids.
you’ll pay for it.
i never had a say in all the things i never remember
i didn’t build this shame or gender
a culture of hate manifest this state
can’t we break this
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compartmentalized
02:12
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it’s not a bad life
you just choose to see the worst in it
but you don’t see where the light is
in ghost stories recited into a maglite
a fire burning on a wet lawn
you reveled in the pain you thrust on us
you devil, worthy of a shame like that
if the punishment for sin is death
here’s some wood thrust down on your femur
as marrow spills deep into your viscera
and the fascia compresses your arteries you’ll pray to satan for relief
see it’s a good life
you could choose to see the best in it
you’ll never see where the light is
with ghost stories recited into a microphone
a fire burning under our feet
kept us from realizing what we could be
you devil, worthy of a fate like that
if the punishment for sin is death
here’s some wood thrust down on your femur
as marrow spills deep into your viscera
and the fascia compresses your arteries you’ll pray to satan for relief
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