I've seen death coming to me, it comes, it comes, it comes and it leaves
don't let me out in the dark, it's cold, it's dark, it's cold and it's dark
you know my deepest regret of life, of death - I'm weak as a rat
and you know my sweetest revenge: forget, forget.. I always forget
you don't know what it's like to be a woman with a one-track mind, that I bet
I'll never break down again, again, again, again and again
my face is scarred from hate; it's fate or faith, whatever's the name
your love is vulturous, it's wild, it's tame wahtever's the game
we like to suffer it all - the right, the wrong, we're flying to fall
you don't know what it's like to be a woman with a one-track mind, that I bet
I shake and sweat and it's all because you can save me with your hot sex claws and I beg
This wild experimental artist from Chicago uses electric kazoos, tape loops, and more to craft far-out, wonderfully confounding songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2021