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Somber Forest
04:06
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I am a despondent person
Deconstruct fragments
But I only worsen
As my thoughts, they run in cursive
I wonder
Why you’re so coercive
Laying down I
Start to recurse I
Just eat the pink within the clouds
And I’ll crunch the dead leaves
They’re my favorite meal
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2. |
Clockwise
04:11
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A seething spoon
Tingles my insides
It's clearing the room
In shape of insight
It's bound to happen
So very soon
I don't feel like laughing
But I'll inhale the fume
Sweet feeling
Sour taste
It reels me in
It feels great
I can only wretch I have a
choice in the matter
Black tar seeps out, gets reattached
If you weep you'll fuck your downpour out
Digestion of eyes, gouge me out and start to cry
Let the lies clothe
you and consume
withdrawals, spill
out all the sweat
I burn the rope at both ends
I'm dilapidated
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3. |
Alter Ego
02:27
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First step is me sitting in a dark lit room
Stretching my palms tidying my pressured tomb
Need I remind you our mutual stance stands between your admissions and I break my trance
Liberate myself
I’m sensing the gloom
Although I still stand
I’m falling soon
Exit feelings
Enter instincts
Feeling so indifferent
Mirrored ceilings
So unappealing
Being so resistent
Crackling web
Stains the windows
On my own head
I stay in limbo
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4. |
Helping Hand
03:13
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Clear your mind out
My voice guides the way
Trust me these things
Are what I survey
Don't shape yourself
You're not made of clay
Take it easy
Waves roll to the bay
Does it sting yet?
Voice of reason
Is why you'll obey
Wouldn't want to
Be your own prey
Again
It's the same
Everything
Is so tame
Again
It's the same
Everything
Is so...
Feeling nauseous?
You won't get it:
Dreading the pain's worse
Than the pain itself
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5. |
Bottom (Of The Ninth)
03:54
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Strongly impotent
Back to self depend
I can feel the blisters
Screeching through my skull
I will make amends
With everything that I am
Hear my joints break as
I try to run
Out of breath, my legs stand still frozen in fear
Silhouette, a statue once was here
“A place there is below,
From Beelzebub as far
Receding as the tomb extends”
Don’t want to read any further
Cause it’s so similar
To the feeling when my sun descends
Out of breath, my legs stand still frozen in fear
Silhouette, a statue once was here
Hairs rose up, the rotten mist rolled off my spine
Paintings done, the starry palette glows all mine
I'm growing
I'm just roaming
I'm cutting the nerves I'm in
You can't imagine
The satisfaction
Of carving a solemn grin
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I used to be an example of
Half committing every time that I miss a mark
Fleeing the scene knowing that the perpetator'll never be caught
But now the crow is placing me in front of the car
Waiting to devour me when I lose my shards
I'm cracking under pressure of the tires that are screeching off
Three freezing nights
I won't mask it
I laugh at the pines
They make the casket
So why do I judge the debate
I don't want to contemplate
The chicken or the egg
There is still nothing on my goddamn plate
So I can't feed my good wolf
It's already starving and freezing
A cadaver buried under the snow
Three freezing nights
I won't mask it
I laugh at the pines
They made the casket
I swallowed all the quicksand
I get the sinking feeling
I'll pry myself wide open
But there's nothing worth stealing
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PB&J Zagreb, Croatia
P B & J is a alternative/punk rock band from Zagreb, Croatia. They started in 2015 as a duo bedroom project covering pop punk bands like Blink-182. It became more serious in 2017 when they were joined by a drummer, whose first experience on drums was their first rehearsal. In 2019 they release their debut EP “... and he died a horrible taburé death” ... more
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