There are no givens,
Except what we’re given by the ones who came before us
But they left us a puzzle,
Late birthday wrapping, thick paper, paper cuts
We are creatures of a culture we create,
But we are still afflicted with our contextual birthplace
This problem’s generations old,
Hand-me-down psychology
Perfectly the puzzle pieces
Fit between my mom and me
Late birthday wrapping, thick paper, paper cuts
What they couldn’t figure, they have left for us
You are me, I’m not you
Suffering, still burns through
Hand-me-down pain!
Hand me-down pain!
Australian singer Jessica tempers ornate baroque folk with stark gothic poetry, infusing sadcore with transcendent sensibilities. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020