With Shibari rope, I choked out my demons/while I’m dreamin I here em screamin
The horse I rode in on is what I sleep in, its what I sleep in, need to keep sleepin
Did I come down, am I finally awake? Down in the black soil of which I rake?
My tarp’s won’t stay, wind picks up my stakes, I can’t concentrate, I wore down the brakes
Well I’m a gift from a god I don’t believe in, I - Can’t see ya but I hear ya breathin, my
Gut speaks to me of the deep end - Why must I feel all the feelins
I dance, in low circumstance, no chance so throw them hips like a lance
Deep trance from seeing how she prance, while my demons death croak rings out like this
Just dance, speak the words of the universe with your hands (x2)
Gift from a god that I don’t believe in
I’m a real red blooded born and raised Heathen
Never towed the line to dine with their reason
Abstract abject abruptly leavin
I dance, in low circumstance, no chance so throw hips like a lance
Deep trance from seeing how she prance, while my demons death croak rings out like
JPEGMAFIA follows November's EP! with this aptly titled release that explores distrust, anguish, and mental health. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2021