This Time from the new Kinjac album Moths. 

Lyrics:

tell me something I do not know
kick me down so I can grow
show me something that feels like snow 
and lets the red against it glow

I am calling out
I am falling out of line
it's time to send me back
heart attack or aneurysm
same light different prism
all ways to free me of this prison
walls up falls up 
into the self-made trap again
I have not made myself a better man
I have pondered the ways 
I have squandered this time

This Time

southern gothic anti-pop for sad citizens of the dystopia. solo project of music producer MG O'Shea.