From the higher ground, you said I'd lost, lost my way,
And you couldn't decide on my right, to know of my passing away.
A picture of derision, as I'm falling to my knees,
You reach down and whisper, "This love is your disease,
And it won't be this bad for a long time on".
Oh gods of the demons, god's of the dark, and endless sun.
Stand by your TV and your radio - if free - await my telethon,
And you can give me the reasons why.
And when my fever breaks, in your cold embrace,
You can give me the reasons why, for what you do, give me the reasons why.
Got no energy to fight, no calling to stay.
Were you hit as a child of your times to reach your altered states?
All the things you told me, about your emptiness inside,
How you're so fearless, how you can live with all those lies.
And it won't be this bad, for a long time on,
But for the deceitful, those days of grace have gone.
Stand by your TV and your radio - if free - await my telethon,
And you can give me the reasons why.
And when my fever breaks, in your cold embrace,
You can give me the reasons why, for what you do, give me the reasons why.
The producer uses field recordings, samples, live instrumentation, and digital soundscapes to create songs with environmental themes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2024