You’re the image they spit out
From your head to your toes you know you’ve got his nose
Got his nose
Kid nursing salivary glands
Surgical fear, it took them years
To splice you up and put you back again
You’ve got your mom’s eyes, and your dad’s jawline
You know you stole it, when you were born
You’ve got your mom’s lies, your dad’s incline
They gave’em to you, now you’re torn
Your body won’t accept the transplant
Rejected organs left stagnant, new blood grows
New blood grows
Conjoined veins strangle your throat
Cut the cord or put a voice behind those words
You’ve got your mom’s eyes, and your dad’s jawline
You know you stole it, when you were born
You’ve got your mom’s lies, your dad’s incline
They gave’em to you, now you’re torn
There’s no image, and I’m not spitting
But these articles and follicles, they know
My bones have grown so big and strong
I guess I drank my milk
They’ve been stronger than yours all along
I’ve got my mom’s eyes, and my dad’s jawline
You know I stole’em, when I was born
I’ve got my mom’s lies, my dad’s incline
They gave’em to me, now I’m torn
I’m not spitting
I’m not spitting
I’m not spitting, anymore
You’ve been spitting
You’ve been spitting
You’ve been spitting, all along
Australian singer Jessica tempers ornate baroque folk with stark gothic poetry, infusing sadcore with transcendent sensibilities. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020