Braggers from Whelm by Sacha Mullin

Fall into ships
Built by pirates
Who set sail towards panic

Know that I am out of defense
Know that I am because of insecurity
Know that I am because it's all I know
Why should I brag?

Walls will flitter
Double-hitter
Set sail towards panic

Know that I am out to do good things
Know that I am out of love
Know that I am out of luck
So who am I to brag and where am I to go?

How is it self-consciousness
Slips in like a party guest with a gun?
Someone please, I'm on my knees
I can feel myself slipping with this one
Hold me now, hold me now,
Where's the fortune in 'alone'?
Hold me now, drive me home

Mind the braggers,
Built with daggers
Built by all this
We are all near panic

Know that I am out of excuses
Know that I am out of resources
Know that I am out of my mind...

• Pop
• avant-pop
• cinematic
• experimental
• leftfield
• Chicago