prod saint mike

im addicted
to the icy touch 
it burns of rust
i wont last
in a nebula

ill collapse in color

ill collapse
ill relapse
ill collapse in color

in orion
every high births a star every low says goodbye
im breathin in the dust from the pillars of creation 

breathin stars to survive 
killin myself just to shine some light

ill collapse
ill relapse
ill collapse in color


collapse in color

transmissions from distant skies
sonic maps of planets • atmospheric and cinematic stories you can feel

I still love him like the first time I love him

enquiries: corentin.laborde@gmail.com
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collapse in color

saturns construct