
Starting from sounds I heard back home that somehow hit my soul.

Starting from sounds I heard back home that somehow hit my soul.

Years of unfinished thoughts, finally spilling out same bones, new flesh a little cleaner, still broken

Years of unfinished thoughts, finally spilling out same bones, new flesh a little cleaner, still broken

While experimenting… we kinda lost ourselves.

While experimenting… we kinda lost ourselves.

Sometimes I really feel like losing my mind.

Sometimes I really feel like losing my mind.
