I'm at the lowest point of my life,
Words can't do it justice,
How I'm feeling how I'm living,
How empty I am inside.
Godesses are hexed facades to make up for the confidence we lack,
At times Artimes and Hecate too looked solemnly back,
At the way they hate their body's like I desperately hate mine,
If I could disappear I hope I would I hope you realise.
I hate being conscious,
Living all the time,
I hate the way I'm loving you,
That's not what I chose to do.
I can't look in the mirror,
I'm scared of what I'll see,
What if I were to see myself,
Staring back at me.
The scars all over my body,
My greedy manly eyes,
If I locked the pupils,
I'd settle down and die.
I hate being conscious,
Living all the time,
I hate the way I'm loving you,
That's not what I chose to do.
I wanna feel comfortable,
I wanna feel alive,
I'm tired of being in this dream state,
I'm tired of being tired.
Tired of being tired,
Tired of being tired,
Tired of being tired,
Tired of being tired.
This may be Nate Kinsella's "dad record," but the array of experimental sounds and soulful songs on offer evidence a new creative peak. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 23, 2024