when i sit in the bath tub, my skin swells and wrinkles. i look at my hands and think about death. i look at my scars and think about forgiveness. i'm so stressed that i can't sleep. i'm so tired and i can't eat. going to spend the night with you feels like meeting my executioner. i don't want to avoid you but i can't just tell you the truth; that i think you're perfect but the pain you cause aint worth it
Synth-driven art pop commingles with French and Occitan folk music on the latest from this Geneva-based "micro-choir." Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2023