Scapegoat Genie from Zanois by Zanois

Somewhere between a scapegoat genie and the rare cup of caffeine, I see a deity but only if there’s something that I need.
Pleading on broken knee, do as your pleas, he looked so sad and weak.
I won’t have you look that way, like I’m the same, your breath reeking of pity.
I’m doing well. I don’t need your help.
Empathy blind except when I’m in public, I can draw the line, but it’s learned behavior. It’s a lie. It’s just a matter of design.
A stifled sneeze, product of cheese, but you wouldn’t know to look at me.
I cover my tracks, I’ve got my back, and you won’t ever see the signs.
I feel just fine.

• Alternative
• art rock
• baroque and roll
• garage pop
• noise pop
• weird pop
• Manchester