Ick from Sundone by Wyld Katz

Didn't know this could change so much
How we're feeling
How we're lost
I'm wondering how you're doing
And I'm writing a letter home, dad
I miss you
And I never meant to leave you
The way I did
I know I'm such a fuck-up
But I'm still your first kid

I'm looking out at my life
And I'm saying Ick
I'm feeling nauseous
My stomach feels so sick
When I look out at my life
And what I've done
I once was your kid and now
I may only be
Probably not
Your son

We've lost our ways
Our homes have been
Whipped up in the winds and
I hope you'll come and see us soon
But I doubt you will
I can't believe
I fucked up this time
And I know it won't be all right
It' won't be alright
It can't be
I'm looking at my life
And I'm thinking, Ick

Lookin at my life
And I think ick
I'm feeling nauseous
My stomach's sick
I can't believe
The mistakes I've made
And I'm still wondering how
How you got paid
How you took everything and made it ok
I got a son of my own now, dad
I got a life of my own now
And I'm saying Ick
I can't believe it, it's so hard
My stomach feels nauseous
I'm feeling alarmed
I'm feeling so gross
And I don't know
I don't know, I don't, I don't know

I'm lookin at my life
And I'm saying ick
Feeling my stomach
I'm feeling so sick
I can't hold on
I can't go forward
Without your last words

A letter came the other day
You died, alone
Mom had left you
You couldn't even afford the hospital bed
They say,
No one cried
They buried you in an unmarked grave
And I'm,
I feel Ick
I feel sick
My father, Rick
He was a dick
But he deserved better than, this

He deserved better than this

He deserved better than this
I'm lookin at our lives and I'm saying ick
Why'd I have to go
Why'd I have to leave you
I won't realize what I've lost
Til it's too late and everything's gone
Everything's gone, everything
I can't believe everything
I can't go back
I cannot go back
Too much has changed
And I cannot go back
I'm looking at life
And I'm saying Ick
I'm feeling sick
To the pit of my stomach
I'm feeling ick
I miss you, Rick

• Experimental
• Mixed Tape
• dark sickness jams
• improvised
• improvised music
• Illinois