Lockdown from Bodies EP by No Pretty Pictures

On this ladder
Of broken rungs
Cloak and dagger,
She carries on
And suffocates me,
Closing off my lungs
“What’s the matter?”
She asks,
As I come undone

I’m sick of this maze,
Her culpable ways
That prey upon me,
Lashing out her rage
The egregious ties
She forces to bind
The fight for control
To manipulate my soul
The asinine ways,
So carried away
I’m stuck in her flow
Like a varicose vein
Languid and lost,
My future, the cost
That I’m forced to pay
For autonomy

She got me on lockdown
With a deadbolt
She got me on lockdown now
Hanging by a thread, oh
I’m a scapegoat
So that she can have it all

I can’t get enough space
I can’t get enough space
Torpid, languid days
And I can’t get enough space

I just want for all this to stop,
I’m not sure if I can take it
Meeting such resistant designs
I long to recess, in brief,
Just to catch my breath
Her grating demands
Envelope, confine
The contents that occupy
My poor brain
Endless replies to beckoning calls
I’m strangled by the poles that are
Draped in wire

• Experimental
• Indie
• Math Rock
• Post-Rock
• Progressive Rock
• post-hardcore
• Charleston