bathe myself in tar because i have to
my razors in a jar just like you used to
the feathers in my closet don't help you fly
nor the ones inside my pillow where you'd scream and ask to die
but i still built a pair of wings, tried to fly you towards the sun
because its warmth is so inviting like the smoking of a gun
and i turn the safety on, let you theorize your brain
painting red on orange walls; who was abel, who was cain?
it seems easy in your mind but you have to do it right
be meticulous, determined, you said "let's do it tonight"
and you brought that little jar and placed it right beside my bed
but you didn't have to use it, i let you use your fists instead
the act is getting old like the songs i'm imitating
life inside this jar has always been so suffocating
you got away, you got to pack your things and go
but i still live inside this jar, it's the only way i know
Recorded in one night in the Grunewald Church just outside Berlin, this EP explores the relationship between instrumentation and space.
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