Who’s tired? Two stops, I’ll never get up
On time, lord do right by this sinner sometime
Two hands, bow down together, untied, outside my Armageddon
Who’s tired? Human life is forever untouched
Sundried and light as a feather
On fire. So goodbye, crawl like the devil
Last stop, well they can throw me out, but I’ll never get off
This is the end
I’m growing old inside you’re womb
It’s the last stop
I’m growing old inside your womb
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude
Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr