And he hid behind a mask, not to imprison the intricate portrait
What am I? Holding close to his chest the note she left him.
Who am I? if not to just exist, what is this entire purpose?
Irate jesters. Weighed down by self threats, hatred and loathing of his ego.
Deny shackles, that leave me stranded.
I should have bit my tongue, not spit my words
Then self-reflection wouldn't come this hard.
I don't hate myself, but I should.
Hhow did this even begin to turn into a mirror? That looks upon myself..
I don't hate myself, but I should.
I can't look back on this anymore,
And know I was the sole cause of our hatred.
You want to know to why I'm alive?
He said "Grow a fucking backbone."
Former members of the great band SubRosa return as The Otolith, and their debut LP finds them at the peak of their mighty powers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2022