broken mirror what can you tell me now i ve got a death wish i found a new way out and it s a crime they say but it s the state i m in scribbling lines i ve saved just trying to write you off how many knives in my back until they can cut my string you re the ventriloquist you ve put the words in my mouth and would it resonate the things you threw my way we ve grown so blind to this we ll make that our secret dial tone sounds and tv hymns i m in the message you saved just let the phone ring ventriloquist tell me what to say i ll tell them everything guilty conscience what can you sell me now i got a death wish rabbit hole blues i guess and did it happen so fast or was it paved for this i ve danced on every stage letting my eyes roll back but now i m laid so limp down in your basement on quiet days i can still hear you whispering
['lo-fi indie', 'newfoundland indie', 'small room']