she is yet to bloom, but she's already been picked. "forced to love, ripped from my chest. well I know, love is dead." there was no choice but to deprive herself from her freedom, family and friends, pierce the skin, force the needle. there is no home to go back to. pierce the skin, force the needle. she already said goodbye to her life. even though her mouth is wide open. she's still unable to scream for help! help! help!
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023