Thrashing stuttered nights
Crux fux bitch killed my high
Waving fingers chasing calls broiled thick blood inside my styes
Safer breaking knees I puck my coward lip
Calm talks made screams internalize gyre clogs happy stiff
Prone to feeling worthless reluctance can't break my stare
Sick of jaded masturbation I'll stick it in your air
My zeals spawned belligerence, kept spiders down my throat
Still wonder if people care
I refuse to fucking cope
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023