This Room from Momentum by Hello Whirled

I've made my home a decaying death box
until I'm free, black mold will consume me

and everyone has to know that I'm here
and everything all feels rooted in fear
the walls have eyes and lock-on features
shrinking to a boiling creature
and all of the words hold all of the weight
and surely I've cracked the code to my fate
please wait

out of September's shadows
I feel a whole new lease on life
in that I still can't pay it back
but maybe this time I'll survive
and when the clouds start gathering
my actions might start mattering
before the silent boom
and I feel myself become this room

I don't like being a tornado for your arguments
to aggravate, eviscerate, destroy all sense of forward progress
aimless in illusion, frightened by delusion
but surely someone's taking notes

• Alternative
• experimental
• indie
• lo-fi
• noise rock
• post-punk
• Mount Laurel Township