I think I'm losing my sanity or maybe I lost it long ago
The faces in the pictures are staring to fade away
And my wounds are starting to show
I'm going on a holiday with the voices in my head
I don't know where they're taking me but I trust they know
That if I stay I'll be better off dead
So I collected all my storybooks and I put them in a pile
I know some who won't enjoy the smoke
But I'll be glad when I see the Devil smile
And when all the prisoners escape we'll have a big party in hell
And if fairy tales are for children
Then it seems that we've outgrown our prison cell
And I'm not proud of every choice I make
But there's on thing that I know that isn't a mistake
'Cause it's worse to feel regret than to feel alone
And the Prodigal Son is never coming home
And it's so hard to plan an escape
When there's no doors to tear down and no windows to break
But it's worse to be afraid than to be alone
And the Prodigal Son is never coming home
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023