Through selfish thought i remain unseen, stonewalling my state of mind
it's selfish enough to lean in, showing it's tattered skin
it's winter coat used to soak in these bitter beings, repressed through every time i've slept too much. Too tired to face the cold, a sunken figure. I lay here with the mold.
Dreamy gothgaze with necessary tension, energy, rhythm & hooks. All proceeds benefit Oakland fire relief efforts til 12/13. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 7, 2016