I taught some young pervert how to self-harm
one year later the pervert boy was gone
no one on the unit cared they took the body away
I remember being near the window
it was snowing in May
I wasn’t wrong
the worlds a better place
I love that he’s gone
the thoughts he’d act out on his little sister
how the mom found burn blisters on
the feet of their dog
some you can’t fix I was right all along
I was right
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024