Kill The Morning
Some nights there’s nothing to do but go under. Home’s too small, problems won’t stop, the noise in my head is unbearable. So I kill the sound of my own thoughts and turn something else up—loud enough to be the only thing that matters.
Whether I’m alone in a dark room or standing in a crowd of blank faces—doesn’t matter. The night becomes something bigger than what’s breaking inside.
Zola Jesus gets there first with that voice breaking things open. SBTRKT fractures it further. Justice lands heavy. These aren’t songs trying to fix anything. They just let me sink deeper, feel worse, until there’s only the sound.
And the morning dies with it.