Follow roads that wont lead us back home
Soil grows us none but a black rose
Keep my fear inside my head
Hunt whatever haunts my bed
Like witches with their craft still intact
Some apparition watches my back
Exhales a curse for my intake
Remains to stalk me when i wake
Remembering all my favourite words
We have to beg just to be heard
I traipse the woods to find my spot
The trees assist to dampen a gun shot
So dig a hole till you get to stone
And occupy the space with my bones
Fill it with concrete to harbour a ghost
This kind of company hurts the most
When you find my cabin don't go inside
Surround it with fuel and set it alight
What's left of my spirit is claimed by air
Wherever it ends you cannot prepare
Deliver the news in children's tales
Tell them the devil does not prevail
List the ways to defend a home from dark
Gather what's still good before it all departs
So God has hastily fled from his problems
Is he expected to keep an eye on everyone?
His chair left vacant and open for replacement
His beastly brother's the only one who'll take it
Our proposition's a reckless plan that we'll deploy
A sinless home with a plead for grace is our decoy
Imagine it like a blackening of what was bright
It holds you under with no intent to let you rise
Oakland artist Kevin Nichols blends his love of pop melodies and Nirvana guitar tones on this first single from an upcoming full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021
The third studio album from self-proclaimed "prunge" artist Kevin Nichols; delves into the perils of depression and anxiety. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 6, 2018