Step away, show me your back as you walk out
footsteps on the front porch
leading away, to the street side you know I crave
And you think you can just sit me down,
you have no idea
What it’s like to be in this awkward position
Pretentious pretending masquerade
I’ll look away, I’ll look away
I have been reduced to a trace of my former self
contemplating departure, on a living room shelf
surrounded by a tangled knot of help
Step away, show me your back as you walk out
pursuing that craving of those familiar
footsteps, bringing back the silence I’ve kept
You walk in through my doors
dishonesty following you like a cloud
I’ll disregard all your promises,
there’s no faith left at this point
I’ll look away, I’ll look away
I have been reduced to a trace of my former self
contemplating departure, on a living room shelf
surrounded by a tangled knot of help
I’m way past help
and this world scares the hell out of me
Its rationale
Why let me down
don’t rationalize it
Just let me down
Locked up, just to pretend that I’m happy
Anybody can hate humanity after this
What I saw, what I felt, the fear I bled
you could never understand what it’s like after this
you could never understand what it’s like
After the torture and destruction
I have been reduced to a trace of my former self
contemplating departure, on a living room shelf
surrounded by a tangled knot of help
I’m way past help
You don’t know help
There is no help
Don’t patronize me
I know there is no help
There is no help
There is no help
Sol Patches explores what happens when a rapper's ego collapses on this inventive album at the nexus of hip-hop and hyperpop. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2023