Got a aim traced on this aimlessly road
Nowhere to go, no where to hide
Above in the sky, everything is grey as my eyes
I can only be cursed, everyday my mind's getting worse
Feeling guilty, trying to carry the world
I'm giving up, my life is doomed
I know I am cursed
My mind's getting worse
I know I am, I am cursed
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023