fuck it I want to die
fuck it I want to die
fuck it I want to die
that’s the loop
there’s no drop
no build up
no climax
fuck it I want to die
it pans wide
and hides in the notch
almost forgotten
fuck it I want to die
until it’s nudged back into the soundscape
by the rumble of a single seater
or the clipped gong of a wind chime
fuck it I want to die
growing and shrinking
under every crunching step
and every screaming bird
behind every shadowy door
is an angry father
with an axe or dagger
waiting to murder you
