The walls were peeling with imperfection
a mother and fathers love long dead
big piles of misconceptions lined the floor
it was cold, covered with nothing
but the harsh reality that
this life is shit
a tiny window was the only glimpse
into the outside world
CHORUS
this basement is home, it's all I've ever known
can't remember any other life
I'm told it's for my own good
God wanted it this way
if I'm to be saved, I need
to have my spirit broken and fed to darkness
broke my teeth on each and every step
dragged my fingernails down every board
these people upstairs are not my family
they're puppets with no strings
they have nothing but false perceptions
they cling to like maggots on corpses
well feast on my soul, you can have a bite
have the taste of salt poured over new leaves
soak through your tongue to the back of your throat
and as it slides down into the abyss, just
know that I deserve better than this
I'm not a monster...
God dammit, I'm not a monster
This was technically the first recording I ever did before starting my own project. A good friend of mine and I just went for it, didn't care if the sound quality was awful, and had fun. June Lake
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023