It seems like I'm riding a bike
My imagination is not very right
What is in sight? A cold image of what my brain calls a fight
I'm starting a fight
Predestination of what I prescribe
I think that my brain has been distant tonight
I'm sorry my ego has put out the light
I wanted blood and skin
You never let me in
I see myself as crass
I'm skipping every mass
And I think that we're good for each other
There for each other
Here for one another
We say the same words but slur separate syllables
Correct me if I'm wrong but you helped me write this song
I can't help it I hate it
I want to leave it
I can't stop breathing
What are they feeding me??
I gotta go everything free!
I want something good and happy.
I gotta go everything free!
Cutting out bullshit would be good for 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