If you open your heart to a demon they will seize it
I will never be at ease until this evil’s defeated
I got my reasons for believing that our Being is treason
We never had time to recover after falling from Eden
I never had time to alleviate while suffering deepened
It’s just been season after season I’ve been searching for Jesus
I’ve looked in every nook and cranny, in some corners I’ve seen him
We never had time to recover after falling from Eden
I can feel the guilt overcome my psyche
Relapsing realizations that cripple my mind nightly
Under the umbra I cry out to the almighty
Preacher man says I’m loved but I feel like that’s unlikely
Tried to self-medicate, wrote myself a prescription
God knows I’m not a doctor, just a man prone to addiction
Then I found another vice to eat my soul and keep me fried
Found myself another ride another crime to pass the time
I come alive at night when the purest part of me dies
Subsist on crumbs of dopamine that subsequently subside
Sublet my soul to demons that reside within my mind
The price of rent’s become affordable ever since I resigned to the churning cyclical discomfort that defines every waking moment
We’ve been racing through the sewers swimming in our filth like rodents
Still have the audacity to consider ourselves “chosen”
Hoping for a spring to blossom while we’re pissing on dead roses
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