Lone Hunter from Moon Sessions by Squill

I don't wanna look at the parts of me you keep asking me about
I don't want you to see the darkness full of doubt

Dread is a lone hunter that grows hungry in the night
Cuts me to the center
Chews and spits me outright
It's got a taste for the lonely, a delicacy it holds me when I cry

I don't wanna look at the parts of you I wanna know anything about
The fog that sits in my, ancient dreary clouds

Dread is a big black bird that calls for me at dawn
Perches my shoulder
Digs in it's claws
In my spine I know it
Shaking like the culprit of a lit
It's got a taste for the lonely and delicately holds me while I cry

It's got a taste for the lonely, a delicacy it holds me when I cry

• Folk
• drone
• power pop
• sad pop
• Olympia