#i aint explaining every song on the playlist thats so much work im too lazy for without prompting

[haven-gum-rockrose]

when the oh hellos said:

"see my birds of a kind they more and more are looking like

centurions than any little messiah

as i prune my feathers, like leaves from the vine

i find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but

my palms and fingers still reak of gasoline

from throwing fuel to the fire of that greco-roman dream

purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams

it dont bring me relief, no it dont bring me nothing"

they were talking about Dazai actually.