A slave
To the whispers
Bleeding in my stomach
They'd tell me
Everything I didn't want to hear
I don't want to be here
Wherever I may stand
I don't belong
Anyone but me
Deserves to have my life
This is no matter
Of getting better or worse
Just a matter
Of how you scorn me
How you remember me
How you wanted me
With my body becoming frail
No longer can I stand anything
Let alone even stand anymore
You wouldn't want to hold me
There's so little left of this body
Decaying and wilting
Like the flowers nailed on your wall
You could hear a pin drop
In my chest
I've given it all to you
Maybe now
It's time to go
Because since the last time we spoke
I couldn't have been more wrong
With what I chose
Every sound here is made using Megan Mitchell's voice, even though the music often sounds more like Earth’s vibrations than a human singing. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 28, 2023
Barcelona's april the cruelest creates post-genre collages that examine internal self-hatred in response to systemic oppression. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 12, 2022