1. |
The Metamorphosis
02:07
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i opened the front door and let a stink bug in
(i can't do anything right)
sat still on the front porch for 45 years
(i don't deserve to stand)
holding close the echo of a passing melody
(i'm holding onto a lie)
i feel myself grow heavier to meet gravity
(some day i'm going to die)
all the notes become discordant
all the notes become discordant
i stepped on a stink bug and became god
(god)
watched the front door fall from a hinge
(and i collapse to the floor)
i'll never have enough money to die like the attractive people
(i'm not really alive)
i'll never have enough money to die like the attractive people
(i'm just waiting)
i'm an insect
(step on me)
i'm an insect
(step on me)
i'm an insect
(just use me)
i don't think or feel shit
(inhuman)
i'm drunk and lonely again
i am gregor
i am gregor
i am gregor
i am gregor
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2. |
Labor Day
00:35
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your whole life
your whole life
your whole life will be a moving still image
a portrait of depravity for unclean hours
your whole life, the moving still image
do it again, do it again
living decorations
on factory floors
collect your pension, it'll be worth it
home and job sites turn to churches
boss by boss to teach you worship
fragile time's gonna leave you behind
slow bleak future seals my casket
one more corpse lived disappointed
frame by frame by frame it replays
my happy life, my happy life
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3. |
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my antidepressants don't do shit
my antidepressants don't do shit
the world is still a hopeless pit
my antidepressants don't do shit
endogenous/ exogenous
old answer's getting obvious
my thoughts go grey
i feel the same
i try not think anymore
just go to work, go home, and go to bed
i'm in control
i dug this hole
why can't i just finish it
why can't i just finish it
why can't i just finish it
the world is still a hopeless pit
the world is still a hopeless pit
they're killing civilians.
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4. |
Bipedal/ No Feathers
01:23
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inhuman not for lack of trying
i've tried everything and all i find is
silly death will mark your every breath
until it's gone
absence manifests in funny ways
and absent's all you feel
so sit and stay and count the days
and wait for something that will never come
Plato i think i found your man
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a transfiguration
has occurred
change it comes and
I get small and weak,
refuse to eat
ashamed of myself
of my skin, of my reasons
to continue
jagged hips point out
while the cheeks sink in and twitch
outside the streets are
cold and wet and I
rustle in my sheets
evading sleep, i grind my teeth
i am not what i am
i cast into the silence
till the mirror makes good reflections
i am not what i am
tell yourself something
to lessen the itch
paint yourself lips
to let out the sick
make all these plans
before you begin
stretched out and thin
stretched out and thin
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how to make a mistake disappear:
i quit feeding the issue
i keep needing an end
end.
still getting used
to fitting in
my clothes like this
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