lyrics-
Burnt toast 
tired nose
lingers close like a ghost.

I know 
you were home
when the heat lost control.

there's no
way to grow
from present fire,
but the desire,

of soil
 does not seem to 
ever weep through
the devil's havoc,
so go on and have at it.

Chorus:
So spread the butter,
like the tales of a mother. 
The heavens will gift
a pan so sift
the cloudy water.

Is it, 
so bad if 
she wasn't your last kiss?

Selfnote, 
Were you content?
Was that time of yours well spent?

Chorus:
Said farewell lover, 
advice of a mother.
The heavens will gift
a pan so sift
the cloudy water.

Here comes the queen,
she has traveled to kiss your feet
she took form of the breeze, 
she is humble not discrete.

Here comes the king, 
he knows what you have seen,
took form of the light, 
and he gave you his sight.

X2: Don't go,
please stay here.
Because all that you've been waiting for is all that you've been waiting for.

X8: is all that you've been waiting for is 

so close,
it'll come
when the water's
parted from the mud.

Soil (rough demo)

I studied Audio engineering in 2018, I made a studio in 2019. Here is what I've learned:

Music is an idol if you make it on Saturday.

muffle claps are better than loud claps.



Soil (rough demo)

jacey coca