I'm turning blank pages on a blurry white line. 
As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry. 
And he's sipping sangria in the temple of wine. 
I'm surround by the naked men who undressed his lies 

I know it's in my head.
I know it's in my head. 

Now i've trapped myself in a room of sorrow. 
as my blood starts to sweat and my brain starts to wallow.
And I'm standing in a room covered in needles .
I've died a thousands times and never once lived normal. 

Past Lives

Fog Rolls In

Kris Anaya, Joe Davancens, Ben Edrington, Fernando Oliva, Cory Phillips
doombirdsing@gmail.com

Producer from Campinas, Brazil

Drawing inspiration from the boundless possibilities of psychedelic music, I like to fuse elements of electronic, ambient, and house genres.

The only constant in life is CHANGE.

Fog Rolls In

Doombird