I realize I am not my eyes, I am everybody else's nose
Smell myself on the big box shelf, I'm the purchase nobody chose

Watch celebration turn into lament
store every savior under cement

Peace meat; keep me asleep
Priests, beaming, walk the paper streets

Bleeding eyes on a beautiful night.
We are emotional garden hose.
With rising tide, we order big french fries to support the only god we know.
And It shows.
credits

Peace Meat

Memory Of A Place

Prop

Rain Queen

Charm Squad

Incandescent

Dotted Line

Navigator

Part of the Doozy Soup EP

I found love, but i'm a hater
I'm vacant of all pain
I push a broom, but i'm a painter
I have no room for shame

Bake upon the bones of which I shake
The world of forms keeps me awake

I write shit down every time I feel intoxicated
I write shit down every day
We're break breaking ground
popping balloons
Progressive postulating
We're making God outta clay

I found love, but i'm a hater
I'm vacant of all pain
I push a broom, but i'm a painter
I have no room for shame

I assume all the mistakes I make
I became the people that I hated

I found love, but i'm a hater

I Found Love, But I'm A Hater

03 Everybody's Got To Die

02 Throwing The Switch

Overly colorful, reverb-saturated, indie-psych-folk from Brooklyn

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