[LYRICS]

i can be anything i want with a stick thick tape and some altered thought let's build things where no one sees and then return home with the sun and scraped knees distant synapses that hide reveal 

[THERE'S NOTHING SINISTER INSIDE]

fields of clover running through my memories where i'm a little boy "why don't you remember how it feels to build worlds?" because the last one we built was a prison listen listen fields of clover running through my memories where i'm a little boy

fields of clover

For the most part, I write stories and make music to go along with them.

fields of clover

C.M.M.