Lying here in the grass
Watching the clouds pass
I'm just hoping my ass will decompose
Because I'm tired of being a man
I'm tired of problems and plans
So I'm hoping that my outstretched hands will take root
All I want is the sun
And the taste of dew on my tongue
But the bell of consciousness can't be unrung
Lying here on the ground
I hear the unmistakable sound
Of humanity buzzing around and I sigh
Because I knew from the start
That I was only playing a part
I can never outrun or outsmart my own mind
credits
from Apothecary,
released October 22, 2021
Seth Biskind - Acoustic guitar, vocals, ukulele, bass, tin whistle, shaker
Headless Relatives play songs. These songs feature desperate individuals, bittersweet memories, and ancient Egyptian gods. Some of these songs can be found here.