pretty proud of this one
still a rough demo

Lyrics:
Keep in touch with the ceiling 
With a sorta solid ground feeling 
Overcome this inertia 
And March along with my mantra

Aloof and light in your nature 
And keep your distance from danger
If a look sends your mind spinning 
It’s semaphore soaked in crimson

But her sight breathes sweetness 
And too much sweet will make you teethless 
With only gums you can suckle 
And I frankly couldn’t give a fuckle

But fiction comes forth and greets you 
When sentiment gains its sweet tooth
My mantra wobbles and wavers 
Resurrecting bad behaviours

Mantra

MoonPuppy