Breakout Story from Atlantic Witchcraft by Hello Whirled

he jokes and the mistress sighs
hollow as the mister's eyes
address unknown, disconnected phone
living someone's fantasy in a second family home
he lies as the nights unwind
oblivious to her resigned
gaze at the full moon
light cycles pass through
aperture focus
he'll never notice

just free the words today
no PR rep would say
he's happy on his way
with nothing left to pay with

all his last energies
bring him to his knees
help him face the light for once
maybe soon he'll understand the morals

he lost on the way upstairs
empty to find no one else cares
to help him, to rectify his face
to approach the line of fire, make something of this place
she calls it a job well done
unafraid of the rich man's gun
there's no atonement here
he's in the wrong
no way around it
she's in for the long

maybe soon he'll understand he's mortal

• Alternative
• experimental
• lo-fi
• noise rock
• post-punk
• slop pop
• Philadelphia