The feeling of waiting to be hung is much like the feeling of smoke in my lungs.
Hobby or habit, either way I'm done. What a conscientious web I've spun.
Someone asked me how I'm doing. I've got an answer you probably won't like. I can't find the words to say that I can't hang when I'm high. Oh yeah, well I guess I'm fine.
They all want to talk about the things that they did back in school. And I don't want to think about the things I'll never do.
Oh, I think I'm ready to leave my body tonight, so I don't feeling nothing.
So quick to leave all my friends behind, would they notice I'm missing?But every time I think about the afterlife, it's so very frightening.
But still, I'll leave my body tonight, so I don't feel nothing.
Oh yeah, alright.
How do I look? How do I sound?
My eyes fixated on the tile grout.
Iron gum, mojave mouth. My teeth, are they falling out?
Conscious self leads to constant doubt.
And I think I'll just go lay down, somewhere where no one else is around and listen to Know By Heart, because I'm freaking out. Have I ever really been myself?
They all want to talk about the things that they did back in school. And I don't want to think about the things I'll never do.
Oh, I think I'm ready.
I think I'm ready to leave my body tonight.
Ottawa duo Paragon Cause craft songs that occupy the space between goth and dream pop, with sublime melodies drifting in guitar haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2021