Oh no,
Don't try to give me reasons to excuse what you’ve done.
I know,
Your demons now are coming to demand a reward.
It’s late,
I feel their drum rolls intoning their dark songs
It’s late,
I feel their rustles; you’ll pay what you’ve done to yourself.
I don’t like your attitude
I’ve been pleasant you’ve been rude, with me… these years.
You are the hangman and the hanged,
You the hunter you’ll be hunted, by you… you fool.
And now it’s too late to rewrite your intentions
They won’t… trust you.
And now it’s too late to beg for salvation
They won’t… let you.
No, they will not be kindly ‘cause they know
The pain that you’ve caused,
You can run away but someday you will be found,
but all these years lying will fall over you like a stone.
So don’t try to hide yourself ‘cause they come,
To make you pay for what you’ve done.
You keep lying to yourself
You keep going to that place, to hide… your shame.
You walk along the narrow shore
I don’t know when you will fall, but I… don’t care.
‘Cause I’ve been for so long imploring your control
And you… refused
And now your worst fear will become real
it’s all, your fault.
Don’t this is just your battle we are not fighting you versus me,
This is a disease that you created and you need it to be,
And as much as you deny it they’ll keep coming,
And make you less free.
don’t try to hide yourself ‘cause they come,
To make you pay for what you’ve done.
The sophomore album from former session musician Imraan Paleker highlights his modern soul, alt-rock, jazz, and electronic sensibilities. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2020