in this hole that we have fixed we get further and further and further from what we must do i saw you asleep beside a wall your skull inside a ball your eyes blackened by the sound and the thought of god where should i hang my head where would you like for me to hang my head one absence of truth the one horrible thing i saw what you truly wanted to become and who you thought i was the fall the fall afraid to love runs deeper than the grave goes all the way down those tracks everybody bow your head for the greatest inspiration a complete contradiction a waste in this hole that we have fixed we get further and further from what we must do i know this i know this you know this you know this in this hole that we have fixed we get further and further and further from what we must do i saw you outside that wall your skull outside that wall your eyes perceived by the sound and the light of god1
['anti-folk', 'art pop', 'dream pop', 'indie pop', 'melancholia', 'singer-songwriter', 'slowcore']