Anatomy, Anatomy
I wanna tear you apart.
Pour this hate from your heart
until your soul is empty, and I can finally breathe.
Cause it's all that's inside;
It keeps you alive.
But it's the leech draining me;
I don't think I wanna die, but I'm almost empty.
*Away from you
I find myself out.
To stray from this, is to let myself down.
You miss the point, you miss the point
when you say that it's good for me.
You miss the point, you miss the point
when you say that it's good for me,
for me to eat.
Analogies, Analogies
Let's tear apart my songs
until their clothes are all off
and you can finally see
that it's all that's inside
it keeps you alive.
But it's the leech draining me;
I don't think I wanna die
But we're {the host and the parasite} almost empty.
Another set of impossibly slick jams from an Aussie outfit who bathe disco-inspired rhythms in funky synths and psychedelic textures. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024