We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

What Puddle? There's No Puddle!

from Whited Sepulcher by PlasticBag FaceMask

/
  • Tape
    Cassette + Digital Album

    50-copy limited run from Pattern Recognition Records!

    Includes unlimited streaming of Whited Sepulcher via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

lyrics

Corporate commute directly to the brain
One trip to Glasgow will leave you feeling no pain
Five course for one and bet it all on black
Pieces
I’m counting pieces
For the puzzle that’s in your head
Thinking
I’m always thinking
About what I should have said
Desperate
I’m so desperate
To wake up one day, dead
Five course for one and bet it all on black
Then raid the mini fridge for a midnight snack
Night cap, it's 99 percent pure
The most harmful that thing I could do to you
Is love you the way that you want me to
I’ve been unfaithful to myself for a quarter century
And I’m passing the savings on to you
I’m just a blank slate
Fake flowers as seen through rose-colored glasses
Stay slender and lean
While your charts look mean
When the slope dips you dip
and keep it all green
This is the price I choose to pay
Desperate for you to love me so I don’t have to love myself
Are you a man
or three in a jacket
In the dead silence
Do you ever want to end it?

credits

from Whited Sepulcher, released January 11, 2019

license

all rights reserved

tags

PlasticBag FaceMask recommends:

If you like PlasticBag FaceMask, you may also like: