comes to me in times of weakness,
saw saw saw saw saw me sleeping
comes to me to air its grievance,
blah blah blah blah blah it’s speaking
comes to me when i cant be,
says "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
think you’re ever free of me,
well nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah"
baby, what's the deal?
can you tell me what to feel
cause I don't trust myself to do it
anymore, more, more, more
cry a little, die a little
wait a little while, I'll get
bored, bored, bored, bored
bored, bored, bored, bored
bored, bored, bored, bored
bored, bored, bored, bored
unsmile at me,
(you know you want to, baby)
the truth will break your teeth
(you know you want to, baby)
unsmile at me,
(you know you want to, baby)
the truth will break your teeth
(you know you want to, baby)
oh, call my bluff
cause I slipped into the gutter
and I'm emptying my gut
unsmile at me,
(you know you want to, baby)
the truth will break your teeth
(you know you want to, baby)
unsmile at me,
(you know you want to, baby)
the truth will break your teeth
(you know you want to, baby)
(you know you want to, baby)
I filled my stomach,
but left the void
I hate everything I enjoyed
I filled my stomach,
but left the void
I hate everything I enjoyed
Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.
Why isn't Cry Club the biggest band on the planet? This album is fucking stellar! It's like injecting glitter into my veins making me even more queer. I sweat glitter, I bleed glitter, I cry glitter. Custom Made In 1968