I was needing the skin where your wings ought to be kept turning my head swore I saw my periphery’s periphery you can have my little finger I hope you like little fingers I don’t mind if the pain lingers if it keeps you on my back I was kneading the skin where your wings ought to be kept turning my head I swore I saw the dead standing over me well it’s a fact we’ve got friction it distracts me from the meta-referential moral of this all you reflect me like a great big disco ball it makes me sick but I feel like dancing you make me sick but I feel like dancing let’s just rest together feel the power of our bacteria unite with an impure eye behold all our bile combines you can have my little finger I hope you like little fingers I don’t mind that the pain lingers if it keeps you on my back I was scratching the skin where your wings ought to be kept turning my head I swore I saw the dead standing over me so I said hello reaper who’s your raven friend in limbo how low can you go I can feel my libido bend I poke my tongue out as I descend I hope when I get down I don’t get up again
BLIGHT. Records head Benjamin Schurr's latest gloom-pop outing as Ruah shows the project's growth. Sales benefit Planned Parenthood. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2022