A SOFT BREEZE RESONATING WITH EVERY FIBER OF WHAT ONCE WAS, WHAT COULD BE, AND WHAT WILL BE. RAW EMOTION PIECED TOGETHER WITH VAST SEAS OF HINDSIGHT METAPHOR.
WE ARE NO SIGNAL.
ZER0 (00) / FOUR EYES (iiii)
• NO SIGNAL…
glass riddim
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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