FROM 'HOME OF THE PARANOID', OUT NOW
https://psychicsex.bandcamp.com/album/home-of-the-paranoid

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LYRICS 

Put the teenagers on patrol 
Every man an officer his own 
Broken streets that keep us thin 
Don’t have no passport 
Lost my wallet before they took us in 

And I just want it all to end 

Sunshine, anytime 
Take the heat away 

Tear apart the camp again 
Kick the dead ones out and take whatever you can 
I might collapse if I see the sun again 
Don’t have no passport 
I can’t let them find me like this 

Sunshine, burn away the evil 
Burn away the selfish 
Burn away the ego 
Sunshine 
Sunshine 

Just a little sunshine 
What I wouldn’t give for some 
Sunshine 
Just a light 
Just a little light 

Put the teenagers on patrol 
Don’t have no passport 
Let’s see how long this goes

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ABOUT 'HOME OF THE PARANOID' 


This is the junction where inspiration fails and words reflexively surface. 

This music was written sporadically during a period of delirium brought on by accidental mismanagement of my type 1 diabetes. This is a record made under duress. In sickness, really. Poisoning myself, but seemingly also fending off infection from cultural and political forces beyond my control. It should be obvious that many of these songs were written during (and directly address) the run-up to the 2016 American election. 

My poems are full of contradictory statements and polyphonic voices. Reeling as my body failed (much like reason around me), I tried my best to gather my thoughts and project them in a way that made sense. 

This is a brainchild of demos from the distorted world. May it find you as despondent, confused, and frantic as this poetry found me.

Sunshine (Every Man A Criminal) ['Home of the Paranoid' OUT NOW]

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