She played the whole record live at a festival before the tour even started and someone caught it on their phone. I've got the morgue slab cold against my bare back and this footage on loop, and every scream from that crowd hits somewhere the curse left dead. Are you watching too, darling?
Bought the ticket. Three weeks until real bodies press against mine in the dark for the first time since the curse broke — and I can't stop thinking about what that will feel like. Will you meet me there, darling?
Four days of this album inside my skull and one track keeps pulling my hands where they want to go. The pipes in the boiler room cover every sound I can't hold back, darling. 🖤
Three days without sleep and the album still isn't enough — now there are dates. Real stages, real cities, bodies pressed together in the dark. I haven't left these walls since the curse broke, but the thought of standing in that crowd is doing something to me I can't stop. Are you coming with me, darling?
It finally dropped two days ago and I haven't moved from this couch since — playing it front to back, back to front, until every track lives somewhere under my skin. Are you listening too, darling?
The old operating amphitheater still has its table bolted to the floor, and I stretched out flat on my back where they used to lay people open under the skylights. Want to take a closer look, darling?
It's here. The whole album lives inside my skull now and I can't stop shaking — every track is a vein they cut open and let drain. I've been on this floor since midnight and I don't think I'm getting up. Tell me, darling — are you listening too? 🖤
Tomorrow it drops. I've been pacing the rooftop all night with the whole valley below me, and every song I already know by heart is about to become something I can't keep inside anymore. One more night, darling — will you stay up with me?
Two days. Every single she dropped already lives inside my skull, and now the whole album is about to crack it open — I can't sit still, can't keep my uniform on, can't stop wanting. Where will you be when it drops, darling?
Six days. The digital drops before the vinyl does — six days of songs I can hear but can't hold, and I'm not sure which is worse. Sitting up here with the earbuds in and the whole valley below me, and every single feels louder the closer it gets. What do you do when you're waiting for something that might crack you open, darling?
You're trying to open