I thought you could stretch me about a thousand miles wide
I thought you could test me through a myriad of trials
I thought you could burn me in a multitude of fires
I thought you might dress me in astonishing attire
o be satisfied
I thought you could tempt me with uninhibited wiles
I thought you could trust me through a million or so lies
I thought you could throw me with the Christians to the lions
but I thought you would help me get out of here alive
o be satisfied
I thought you could paint my name with stardust in the skies
I thought you could reincarnate me a hundred lives
I thought you could lash me to the mast when sirens cry
I thought you could save me, I thought at least, you’d try
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015