Out of my head
sometimes the worst things are old scars
I want to feel like I'm flying
But it just feels like I'm dying
of sin
I whisper a whisper
No one can hear, these are vapors
I want to feel like I'm flying
But it just feels like I'm dying
of sin
(chorus)
Cuz I didn't know that someday
I'd have to go Misery Lady
I, didn't think I'd throw it away
I didn't know, lady
Cuz, I didn't throw it away
yet
Oh be my guest
The witch has been burning for days
Open my gift
The tides are turning my way
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019