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The young offender at prayer
You look good in despair
Artemis of the job
I won’t when you stop
Faith, torn apart
No, no one
Yes, no one
(Batti Batti Batti Battitore
Inala Inala Inala oro
Elevati ora elevati orora)
Oh brother sleep
Oh sister finality
Your simple curtain
Opening ever opening
Mournfully appealing
What do you want me to do?
I want you to kill me
Crushed to death
Crushed to death
Fate, turn it out
Like a hole, turn it out
No, no one
Yes, no one
(Batti Batti Batti Battitore
Inala Inala Inala oro
Elevati ora elevati orora)
My room is a mess, my hair is black and blue
My new phone is pink, my dress is a fishnet dress
My face looks soft, my eye shadow is like Cleopatra
My contacts are bright green, my braces are real
My pose is for you, my freckles are for you
My shirt has no buttons, my finger is my mouth
My hijab is polka dot, my head is resting on my wrist
My gaze is never going to settle, my beauty mark is from a pen
My wig fell onto the pillow, my smirk is a shadow
My glasses have purple frames, my village is 6600 miles away
My arms are chubby, my nose smells horrible smells
My kiss comes from a scream, my heart is going to crack in half
My gold tooth is knocked out, my baseball hat hides the truth
My name is romantic, my thoughts are pretenders
My bra strap is a new feeling, my jaw is uneven and unsure
My posture is by demand, my skirt is thrown up over my head
My curls are fading fast, my ambition is still, it is still to be a star
My pajamas don’t fit very well, my knees hurt
My little shirt matches my little shorts, my skin feels like a breaking vase
My appearance will stress you out, my bikini looks dumb
My shower is the least refreshing thing about it
My only recourse is there is not recourse
My bindi has been rubbed to the side, my frown is for always
My family will never see me again, my goofy jokes hide my goofy damnation
My giggles excuse what just happened, my tears and my drool are all the same
My fear is for one and all, my dead end childhood is just beginning
My make up is like a rose, my motto is sham pain for my real friends
My age is on a card and cannot be disputed
My nails will be broken, my pelvis will be broken
My feather boa feels like the butcher shop, my favorite band is I don’t know
My complexion is flawless for hours, my awareness is the same as fainting
My party is private,
My day has been endless
My night cannot possibly go on
It doesn’t matter what you think
Do anything you like
Because I was born dead
And I was born to die
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016
Noisy, unsettling experimental pop in turns touching and political. From now until 3/5, 50% of proceeds go to Planned Parenthood/ACLU. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2017
Tenured punk Dan Sartain ditches the guitars in favor of midnight-blue synths and robotic rhythms on this album of minimalist synthpop. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2016
supported by 87 fans who also own “Faith, Torn Apart”
Such a special album I struggle to think of what to say about it. At times I'm afraid or put off even listening to it and sometimes its the most comforting thing in the world. I got this from a vinyl code and I only listened to that physical copy of it the morning after the night my dog died. The first time I ever lost someone that meant the world to me and it was the first time I didn't cry to it. This album is beautiful and if youre reading this, you are loved memon_dayz