Includes unlimited streaming of Shell Art
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 7 days
I saw you breathing me in. I watched you fall to the ground. As you were choking you'd pretend you weren't in love with the sound. So you would beg for the air and so would gather a crowd. And they would dance and sing along as proudly you wept aloud. And we would stay for the show. With your face aglow, complete with tassels and bows like we've always known. I felt you drinking me in. The room was spinning around. As if to only show the others just how willing you'd drown. Then you would break your way in. The glass would shower me now. But we would sleep there with our bloody bodies sewn to the sound. Before you cry anymore, we were warned. We've always known these things would kill us. I know you'd rather be wrong than ignored. We've always known these things would kill us. I see it turning you on even though we've always known these things will kill us. Let's squeeze each other 'til our heads explode. We've always known. We'd hesitate to begin, feet firmly planted in doubt. My father's finger wagging firmly, even deep in the ground. But now we laugh our way in, our plots adjacent. So we order a round before we bury ourselves in soil.