I won’t be who they want me to be
I can’t do what they expect from me
And I’m tangled in a web
And I can’t see where it ends
And it’s getting hard to pretend that it’s not smothering
Buried alive
Feels like I’m buried
Buried alive
Preserved now for all to see
Embalmed it’s taking over me
And I shiver to my bones
And I’m left here all alone
And it’s starting to feel like home but it’s getting dark in here
Buried alive
Feels like I’m buried
Buried alive
I am unravelling
All my thoughts and fears from within
Won’t rise from this grave I’m in
Til I feel them unravelling
Junk Drawer lead the pack, swerving into unsettling territory - I love this band's sheer unpredictability. I remember their gig at Output where they followed an excellent set by The Bonk. These guys are the cat's pyjamas! Ursula's Crow