I’m married to hatred
The olive branch has withered dry
A poised apology
The commandeer unwisely tried
And then the phone was ringing
A certain voice was singing
So it seemed, I felt terror, I heard screaming, inside me
The stepping toes of Stirling
Surmise my state, intern me
Could barely breathe, before these, wondrous thieves, stole my heart
Stole it all
Stole it all
Stole it all
Devastate this infestation
Fraught with desiderium
Come thou fount of every blessing
Indignation brings me none
Free me from my callous cave
A lost cerebrum tied in knots
Burning fiercely, loveless nearly
Branchless, furloughed goodness, mine
Lyssa’s knife has caressed my soul
Carved it like alabaster
An impression that changed my mold
Calling out to disaster
Oh the ocean of this anger seems so freeing and serene
Till the waves they come to swallow, take you under, helplessly
Drowning, desperate, sinking deadset, wonder who you used to be
Stringent grip upon your shoulders, pulling you into the deep
Anna Arobas makes intricate, otherworldly folk-pop with delicate, glacial arrangements but a howl of heartbreak at the center. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2022