Funny how I keep acting surprised when I invite demons in and they start wrecking shit
Funny how everything’s decaying but we still don’t understand what true wreckage is
Revealed revelations tell us what it is to be zealous but we still have no leverage
Stick a bandaid on the wound but just forget all about the seeping brain hemorrhage
In the distance I can hear a clarion
I can’t hear the angels cause I buried them
Love suffering so much I might marry it
Radiant yet silent like a Seraphim
I’m barely there, who’s me? I’m barely him
I’m swimming in a pool or doubt and regret, IOUs and unpaid debts
To a collector I’ve never met a landlord behind the fence to guard himself against the decadence
So don’t ask me for my reverence
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