Born am I to this cup
You fill it up again, and again, and again
Persons without name
scratching at the frame
of so-called 'me'
"Are they 'me', and if not, then is she?"
We lie and brag because the truth is missing grief
They tell me, they tell me
I'm young and I'm blind
They tell me, don't paint black
and don't paint red
They tell me, they tell me
I'm out of my mind
But it's all just in my head
The days are slowing down
The moon's become a frown
on the corpse face of time
I know there's not much of me left now
And yet this lonely stare still follows me
And who would hear her out?
The ones with throats of doubt and eyes of shame?
Every hand bore a blade
Cry, stab, rip, maim, inside their vein
they try to find the blame
I just hate the way you stare
(Can't you see,)
And I can't hide when I'm bare
(What we'll be?)
I'm crumbling apart in your hands
(Please tell me,)
Say-say-say it again that you love me
(How to dream)
They tell me, they tell me
I'm young and I'm blind
They tell me, don't paint black
and don't paint red
They tell me, they tell me
I'm out of my mind
But it's all just in my head
(It's all just in my--)
(They tell me, they tell me, they tell me...)
(I'm out of my mi~nd)
(Aaaaaaa)
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On the gorgeously unsettling new record from Ariahindream, haunting vocal melodies drift through dark, swirling clouds of electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2023