Desperate Clotheslines from Instant Pandemonium by Hello Whirled

a future's looking up with my name written in my blood
and I'm sitting on my bed waiting for the flood
an ark couldn't save me what with the height of the wave
I should be dead given everything I've done of so depraved

folding my wishes
hanging my worries on desperate clotheslines
waiting for the rain to take me

away from every sin I've committed
memories dangling from the ceiling
and haunting me with knowing everyone I've wronged is out there
whether or not I'm part of them
irrelevant to where I'm standing
they've already judged me and the violent waves agree

cut my hands open
grabbing my tunic from desperate clotheslines
martyr with no followers at bay

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