There was an array of flesh wounds and burning
Tar pits buried deep inside my dark lungs
Suffocating consciousness, smoke churning
Familiar surroundings spoke in tongues
Soot spitting black, I became a shadow
Another headless rabbit in the yard
Brain ravaged by rat bandits, screaming no
At the sight of myself all burned and charred
Despite being the one who lit the match
Knowing damn well that I would catch on fire
But did it in hopes that I would detach
From this body that I do not desire
But I awake the next morning skin healed
Longing again to be blistered and peeled
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a bold statement. while I can't say I'm deeply in love of every moment of it, there's something about it that speaks to me quite strongly. highly recommended Watching Nebula
supported by 16 fans who also own “I Smoke Too Much”
Cartoon Network will always be my favorite for the pure trauma venting, but Music... Music makes me cry every time I listen. I want to say both are my favorite, but Bandcamp sucks ass lol danijayy
On their latest LP, the Austin group peel away the synth and distortion to highlight the jangly melodies at the core of their songs. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 9, 2022