Here comes the future
And it's carrying something in its arms
Could be a lucky break
But it's hard to make it out from this distance
He enjoys the clock
He enjoys the comforts
Most have been deprived
There's a path to find
There's a path of least resistance
And you cut me right down
Right down to size
I didn't even ask you to cut me at all
There's 24 hours in a day that I miss you
It's like spitting in the ocean
Or a blind man's grave
supported by 27 fans who also own “Spitting in the Ocean”
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