Try me fuck dad angels falling on me when I open my eyes eat me dry don't stop I'm on holiday
Don't try me fuck dad I've lost my sense of gaze
If I open my eyes that swamp thing is me
I'll gladly stop your bleeding locks if on holiday
Your winter nights are almost deaf, could be holiday
I'll cheek away with moonlight kites, if on holiday
The road is wide, in tiny gaze could be
I cap my fucking light on window panes need to remember why I'm failing drifting
My crosses set a fire cerebrus tempt me I'm just dead in the eye I'm on three karenos
Inside these grottos full of scry tibetan mages hold my head and whisper soft a spirits painless
Need to switch moves and make a try and follow this feeling the marks are rancid in skin my minds a ship of seas
1 day 2 day in 40 dreams the day the hydras slinky sleek his teeth can shave me unpress me theres places you and I can't see don't hold me up I dive
My torch is burning bright black widow speaks to separate thunder from the sky and wake their sleep
Pretenders wrapped in silver lines don't care to speak where paintings come to life and see stranger things
Future seen by sideways eyes swamp of gypsies hands rest on temples so I stay in dreams
Centro cycles fix the stars continuum keep the worse of me wants to fight I'm out and in
Oasis prince jus stop and see this web of worlds need you to leave heavens a show you're not about tricks or stay and roam
The lones erupt
All thirst and feast
Dead next year bells
A toast to the feed
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023