Part IV, "Undilate", in which our hero blames herself for the abuse she has gone through.
lyrics
I'm breaking down the lines of the
Picture that you drew of us and
All I've found is empty holes that
You somehow got me to fill again
With a plastic rod that was
Gifted to me by doctors that
I had loved in days ago and
Gone by the past with you
Giving them advice with twists
And turns abound and wrought
My hollow eyes to sanctify
What was truly the worst idea
Of my young life
So far I think the world is bleak
Because I have begun to leak
My effortless induced desire
Again that loudly yells to shut me up
With a plastic rod that was
Gifted to me by doctors that
I had loved in days ago and
Gone by the past with you
Giving them advice with twists
And turns abound and wrought
My hollow eyes to sanctify
What was truly the worst idea
Of my young life
And yet it feels so frightening
That no one ever really wanted to
Be a part of your life so bad that
They'd pull it out right from underneath
Your sheets and somehow leave you
Wishing for defeat and so willing you are
To see that pain repeat that you would
Lie back and try to forget what you could do
With a plastic rod that was
Gifted to me by doctors that
I had loved in days ago and
Gone by the past with you
Giving them advice with twists
And turns abound and wrought
My hollow eyes to sanctify
What was truly the worst idea
Of my young life
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024