under covered sheets and molten lava
i'm running around in circle forms
telling my tale as if it was real
dreaming my fantasy
under covered life is made of strange noises
strange pictures and strange frame
no longer lucid under a cover of fog
i woke up to the sound of nothing
the humming of an air conditioner
i'm running around in circle forms
haunted by a day dream
it comes up from the waters of my cells
and floats on top of that spot in my brain
where all the crickets go to play in their band
at all of end's peace there's a piece
that's unfitting with the rest
just throw it off to the side
but just watch it, in case it's sentient
catatonic parents lying down with their eyes open
come steal the moment
take from a child's heart
point the needle in the dark
sharp enough to not make a mark
so you can't see the mark
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023