Olga's Salon from Pink Oil by Scott Masson

OLGA'S SALON

the doors are locked
and the salon is dour
I'm looking in at rows
of mannequin eyes
flickering under the neon sign
I pick the lock
notice there's no alarm
entering through the silent foyer
my mind is racing
as I empty the drawers

CHORUS
oh, something struck me on the head
am I alive
or am I dead?
my hands are tied as
I'm pulled into
my weekend nightmare
in the back room
she gave me discipline
fed me pills
to keep the blood within
she never said one word
or looked me in the eyes
said nothing
never looked me in the eyes

on the second day
I ran out of tears
this twisted torture
felt like 50 years
the radio played Aelyn
as I passed out again
I never felt humiliation before
f***ed senseless on a cold tile floor
I wonder if I'm gonna
make it out of here

• Experimental
• Pop
• ambient
• avant-garde
• electronic
• home-recorded
• indie
• lofi
• pop
• psychedelic
• psychedelic pop
• rock
• Ferndale