GIG REPORT: Graphic Nature, Knife Bride and Spitting Teeth at the Underworld
Let me tell you a tale about a kid who’s fucked up just like me.
Let me tell you a tale about a kid who’s fucked up just like me.
I love you but it’s killing me.
You’re trying to tell me what to think, but you’re making me sick.
It can’t compete with bloodlines.
Trapped in by standards set by someone else.
Turn away. Turn inward
Despite itself, through heaven, through hell.
I will leave my gifts like lichen over the oak branches.
Bask in the glow of high spirits.