I fear not for the things of men, but I fear the thoughts that are in my head.
The Devil owns a piece of me, and I can't break free.
When I lift my head in the morning sun, all the people look and the demons run,
When I lay it down in the dark of night, there's something not right.
They look to me to be their King, I am strong and I can sing,
But they don't know what I feel inside, what I can't hide.
No man can bind my bones, and those who try don't go home.
But I'm bound up tight at my very core and I can't take much more.
I'll lead them on while they still believe, they don't know, they only see,
The hero that I'll never be; the one in my dreams.
If I break in a day or two, then they'll all know what I always knew,
I'll share the secret I couldn't keep, and they'll bury me deep.
All this time that I lived a lie, the times I almost lost my mind,
I give up the man I've been, I won't go back again.
God grant me this, my final plea; I die as someone I want to be;
However they remember me, I need to know I'm free.
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023