a hot swirl of air turns the fruit to slime
beetles crawling from the sink
and i'm tired of the feelings i feel when i don't sleep
i hate this house
this is not my home
i'm a skeleton in a human's clothes
face against the glass
waiting for someone to pull me out but no
this is where i live
a thought emerges, weak and frail
wanders off into the dark
my mind drags itself so far from here
it may not return
i hate this house
this is not my home
i'm a skeleton in a human's clothes
face against the glass
waiting for someone to pull me out but no
this is where i live
no one is home when you knock on my door
i see you coming and i shrivel up
no one is ever home when this body needs comfort
i would not touch you with a ten foot pole
i hate this house
this is not my home
i'm a skeleton in a human's clothes
face against the glass
waiting for someone to pull me out but no
this is where i live
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021