Red on brown
Blending the colors like retinopathy
Red trickles down
But that passersby are too colorblind to see
Don't talk back
Move to the back of the back of this stalled bus you call home
Don't relax
God is a vein that's long-since collapsed
Pinch the bridge of my nose
As yours caves into your brain
I couldn't help it
I didn't mean it
He sunk my teeth in
No one was helping me
Don't react
Until the truck barrels right through your living room
Don't react
To be honest these are things I know nothing about
Pinch the bridge of my nose
As yours caves into your brain
We all go white as ghosts
I didn't mean it
He sunk my teeth in
No one was helping me
Spinning at the tip of your nose
And smearing that balm on your brain
Haunted by your ghosts
I didn't mean it
He sunk my teeth in
No one was helping me
Cinematic, meditative, expansive. The entire album has me imagining myself on a hero’s journey. Starting in comfort, finding conflict, facing fears, taking action, finding resolve, experiencing hope… only to find myself in a melancholic wandering in the end.
Great album & synth work. I will definitely enjoy this in my rotation for a while. Nick
The first time I heard this album I was going through the wringer health-wise and exploring lots of new music to help pass the time. While listening I felt both clear-headed and zeroed in but also, somewhat inversely, like I was suspended within some vast, black ethereal plane of existence. MFNT has since become a bit of a personal cult classic. It's a bracing, jarring, fascinating, fever-dream listening experience, and I highly recommend it. FE