Seems like the weeks are too tight
The days couldn't get any shorter
It's never important, what I say will be distorted
I got an abortion of the mind, don't get contorted.
I have an ever-diminishing portion
My piece of pie is like the ocean
I'm fixing these bitches
I'm sowing the stitches
I'm growing alive and absorbing. The wishes are granting me.
Fuck what you see
It's meta and you can't distinguish my body and me
' '
I'm rolling up tons of the fuel for my insanity
Gallons of tea
A gallon is all i need to be a drowning beat
A beat is all i need to exercise my right to breath
It's fantasy what you see in me
Explore ambient music from across the globe in drifting and soothing songs on the new compilation from Electric Shapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2024