I've been melted down, reduced to a wraith
I'm a brittle shell to be snapped in half
I'm in desperate need of some faith
I've been wearing my own face as a mask
I'm running out of luck
I can't stop fucking up
Must be doing something wrong
Took the wrong end of the wishbone
Shooting stars have done me no good
I can feel decay overtaking me
And I've got no use for knocking on wood
I'm rotting away, sickening sweet
I'm running out of luck
I can't stop fucking up
Must be doing something wrong
Took the wrong end of the wishbone
Every mile feels like ten
Every mile feels like ten
My brain's falling out through the roof of my mouth
Don't know if I'll make it through winter
I'm running out of luck
I can't stop fucking up
Must be doing something wrong
Took the wrong end of the wishbone
I'm running out of luck
And I can't stop fucking up
I must be doing something wrong
Took the wrong end of the wishbone
Yeah
Oh I...I must be doing something wrong
I must be doing something wrong
The latest Djunah LP channels the duo's heavy, intensely cathartic sound to reflect on living with and healing from trauma. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2023