Drowned beneath, forgotten dreams
cry me a river.

I watch the crows paint skies in red,
their wings unfold where angels bled.
A golden mask without a face…
Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?
Through the dirt and through the ground?
I am singing
but the sound won’t reach your soul.

A river hums a hollow tune,
carrying voices to the moon.

Dust to dust, it all decays,
but something lingers in the haze.
A golden mask without a face…
Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?
Through the dirt and through the ground?
I am singing
but the sound won’t reach your soul.

Can you hear me now...
Or am I just buried in silence?

Can you hear me now?
Through the dirt and through the ground?
I am singing
but the sound won’t reach your soul.

The voice beneath

Purging my powerlessness over the infinite emptiness by serving up indie rock to the masses. 

Crafted and produced at home during an epic existential crisis. These songs came from outer space whence they shall return in due time.

Apologies if I wrote a song about you. It wasn't my fault. Peace.

I'll teach you to be crazy. Just shout the truth in everyone's face. No one believes it, and everyone thinks you're insane.

We are a collaboration of independent musicians, committed to creating sonic textures and building bridges for human connection. Music is a fundamental part of our existence. It facilitates human contact, imagination, and links our shared experiences. Music is embedded in the rhythmic patterns of all societies. Like breathing-it is all pervasive. Music is life.
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The voice beneath

White Rabbit