prayers and slaves, claiming for their caves
beasts and swarms, coming from the storms
running over razors, stumbling over crowds
carrying around the weight of the world
wrecking bounds… they're wrecking bounds
digging their own hole, but fighting to keep them
building a strong crust, trying to keep them whole
forgetting and forgiving,
regretting, misgiving
selling their souls for gold
to live in blindfolds
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023