ik betrapte zonet mijn hoofd en voeten op het zachtjes meedansen op het ritme van je hemels broze muziek 🌟

ashes on your white shirt
mouth dry like a desert
drenched in smoke, summer soaked us in
the worst parts of ourselves

kidney beans and hunger strikes
mouth dry, what a childlike
state of mind, to remind us of
the worst parts of ourselves

help, help
I must have burned myself
help, help
I must have burned myself

we’re bathing as the sun lights the room
hair strands in my mouth from you
but we both know, one will choke
from the worst parts of ourselves

help, help
I must have burned myself
help, help
I must have burned myself

I wouldn’t mind to dive into the worst parts of you
I wouldn’t mind to dive into the worst parts of you
I wouldn’t mind to dive into the worst parts of you
I wouldn’t mind to dive into the worst parts of you

(written, performed and produced by Birame Alloing)

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