sick of ants when i magnify
holding up the lens when they’re walking by
they always crawl up with the widest of smiles
overfamiliar colony minds
i'm impatient
and complacent
masked and nascent
you are vacant
waking up to the same tired lines
insecurity keep telling me its fine
they know the latest morality sensation
but the actions don’t match up to the language
i'm impatient
you’re complacent
masturbator
see you never
oh hey
theresa
i really like your letters
the affirmations oh
the things you saida saida saida
the firm but gentle tone
you spoke it through the phone
you made me feel like
maybe i wasn't quite so alone
i wanna talk about it
the constant need to please
the compliments and
the passing of authority
i gotta change my deeds
but it won't come for free
i gotta take a little time for me, me me me
unravel all the things
that i internalised
gotta get the thoughts of all
the bad times out of my mind
i don't mean to placate you
it’s maybe to atone
for the awful things i thought when
i was left to grieve alone
i have got a lot on my mind
pay to talk about on your time
i don't wanna be a piece of meat
for ants to use for points in colonies
Sao Paulo's Futuro return with another high-energy, perfectly rough-around-the-edges punk EP that effortlessly balances melody and speed. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2020