I can’t pray cause my voice is too flawed and raw
I can’t confess because I’m too afraid of God
Too afraid to live and too afraid to die
Think I might find a crevice and just crawl inside
I’ve got nothing to say and I’ve got nothing to hide
I told you back me when you loved me that you’d hate me in time
Yeah I had no reason to lie
Take me back to the 3 AM nights in your car
Clarity provided by the streetlights and the stars
Now it’s too opaque and I can’t see who you are
Maybe you’re an angel in demon’s skin to hide your scars
Maybe I should stick to playing the guitar
But I just spit fire like a Magmar
I always take things too far
Always on the hunt, crepuscular like a jaguar
On the hunt for something realer than the skin
Something I can feel at home in
Cause I’m sorry honey but your pussy ain’t shit
It’s just a grave in which I bury my dick skin
All proceeds from Julia Julian frontperson Max Ripps' experimental indie pop EP will be donated to Philadelphia Community Bail Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2020