crawl towards the light
slowly, the touch of possession
shortness of breath
the brittle air numbs the senses, still broken
appearing in multiples of 3,
the removal, exhale and fall into the sea
the skulls of proto human…
Tomorrow you're just a slave! Today. . . (That's killer righ…
Such a trippy song..
Love the more atmospheric direction. I hear an Akercocke inf…