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Hidden Parents

by a million rich daughters

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It wasn't like I anticipated facing all this in the time since yesterday. Sands keep falling, Sand keeps raining down, Stealing moments, Buried underground. Sand keeps falling, Towers to the sky, Wasted moments, Built up dunes so high. Sand keeps falling, Feels like I'm slipping away, And trapped hitting backspace. It wasn't like I could keep up pacing through the sands of yesterday.
2.
Follow me down the drain, Where your id lives, Down the pipes inside your brain, To the part that wont forget, And never forgives. Just like you said, I’m as good as dead, Yet you call my words slander, One day we’ll break These goddamn mistakes, Maybe you’ll love me after? Oh, here we go again, The march of the pigs. Time just can’t wash out this stain, And I’ll never forget, Even if I can forgive. Just like you said, I’m as good as dead, Yet you call my words slander, One day we’ll break These goddamn mistakes, Maybe you’ll love me after?
3.
Melancholia 04:03
Two moons floating in a dark sky Im scapegoating Your resolve to die All are bound in- Side a system Always wound in- To delirium If you feel like you’re captive In a boat with no captain, speak up Well I can’t just forget it, And I’ll always regret it, come on Melancholia’s passion Is a pit of distraction, come on Now we’ve lost all our assets And we can’t pay for access, speak up Never thought I’d Be the person Caught up in all this Deep subversion Always follow Never speak up Just accept this Implied coercion If you feel like you’re captive In a boat with no captain, speak up Well I can’t just forget it, And I’ll always regret it, come on Melancholia’s passion Is a pit of distraction, come on Now we’ve lost all our assets And we can’t pay for access, speak up
4.
At the bottom of the ocean beneath Mariana Trench, Deep down was its grave, There’s a demon in my psyche that’s turned me into a wretch, Anxious is its name. Truth be told, I never thought that you’d be dead. Truth be told, I just can’t get you out my head. Truth be told, I’ve been obsessing for so long, I’d give anything to write a different song. Truth be told, I should’ve been the one to go. Truth be told, this burden’s getting hard to hold. Truth be told, if I knew what was still in store, Truth be told, I wouldn’t be caught around here no more. My friend brings with it a thirst that simply just cannot be quenched, I live as its slave. All the nights I’ve spent thinking about you leave me feeling spent, Life’s just so mundane. Truth be told, I never thought that you’d be dead. Truth be told, I just can’t get you out my head. Truth be told, I’ve been obsessing for so long, I’d give anything to write a different song. Truth be told, I should’ve been the one to go. Truth be told, this burden’s getting hard to hold. Truth be told, if I knew what was still in store, Truth be told, I wouldn’t be caught around here no more.
5.
We met back where the roads converged, We had nothing but written words, (to share) Fell so quickly, you didn’t know me yet, Possibly a small problem we’ve got on our hands. Different languages, speak in tongues, I can’t confess all I’ve done to anyone, Transmission’s lost, what have I done? Possibly a small problem, not part of the plan. Lost so many to elixir, Don’t you disappear, I just want to make sure, If I’m sick again, be my cure, Possibly a small problem, but I just want to be your man.
6.
Oh things, have changed, the damage done Oh look, at what, I have, become Now I, am lame And most probably not sane There is, no me, no in-between There’s still, one thing, I want, to do And what, I want Is to get a little closer to you Oh it’s always for you We pull, like tides, and moons, apart I think, about, it way too much But then, again, is this the way the world will end? And crime, is tied, to the, intent The law, was made, to break, or bend But I, am Truth To both I remain immune Oh it’s always been for you To be, no more To breath, no more To want, no more To carry on And mask the bones With catacombs So humbly, with salt and sea, But it’s always for you The painters can’t remember where they started But the colors will, not speak until, they’ve had their say Oh and it’s always for you With questions best left asked to mirrors I can’t make this any clearer Transformed by the likeness of my peers Come closer now, the psychopomp is near The odds are in your favor child So settle for a wicked smile

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released November 15, 2019

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