​bodyimage - By My Own Hands

I feel it less and less often
Can′t you see i'm exhausted?
I miss the shapes that break the wakes and take my breath away
It′s getting harder to read you
Promise i didn't mean to push you to the edge
That fever fed the part of me that pushes you away

I'm trying

I′m trying harder than i ever have
To patch the backstabs made by my own hand
On my own back
And i saw you shot down secondhand
By the targets that i laid by my own hand
On my own back

The short circuit in my head that keeps the dishes dirty
And texts left on read
Thеy say to keep some for yourself, so i kept it all
(i kеpt it all, kept it all, kept it all, kept it all)
And even if i did decide to take the leap in shackles, chains, and all
There′d be no one here to see me fall
(push it down)

I'm trying harder than i ever have
To patch the backstabs made by my own hand
On my own back
And i saw you shot down secondhand
By the targets that i laid by my own hand
On my own back
I′m trying harder than i ever have
To patch the backstabs made by my own hand
On my own back
And i saw you shot down secondhand
By the targets that i laid by my own hand
On my own back

The short circuit in my head that keeps the dishes dirty
And texts left on read
They say to keep some for yourself, so i kept it all
(kept it all, kept it all, kept it all, kept it all)
Kept it all
(kept it all, kept it all, kept it all, kept it all)
Say to keep some for yourself, so i kept it all
(kept it all)
Say to keep some for yourself, so i kept it all

Not defined by musical boundaries, bodyimage paints a vivid picture of nuanced emotion, framed by a tense and innovative sound.
With such a minimal approach, the resulting sound is a raw yet lush interpretation of the intimacy of self. Artfully developed through eclectic sonic arrangements and unconventional vocal processing, bodyimage demands those who listen reflect the continuous feeling of their art.