inert thoughts spread in their head
foreboding crept, lethargy was meant to be bred
the alarm breaks, the stigma shakes
don't know my name guess it wasn't meant for me
i'm starved in a jungleland, what's fertile's dead
don't know what's worse, my faith or my head
messianic tendencies, don't stop the wound it brings relief
bright green sky meets the smell of piss
realization, the railway hiss
the dirt piles up
you're digging their grave and you shrug 'oh it is what it is'
arid conditions 'tough up and adjust how you live'
start a new cycle and lament it's not the same
erode their trust and insist it wasn't the way
Good times to be alive when there’s so fucking much great music around.
Golden Age we are in now the digital sample rates has improved greatly and over taken anything analog 44.1 ever made.
Clarity nowadays has opened the stereo field significantly just crisp cleanly placed instrument chords and drum kits are now the standard.
Fucking Beautiful times to be alive. ♥️🤙🏻
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