well they say that since that day the gods cry for your loss and every single time it rains they feel my pain.
my tears water the flowers of insecurity and lack of power that pollute my brain. is there anything left to say? things just go this way. we're powerless in the wake. if i had a chance to change oh the things that would change.
i wish i could bring better days. i wish i knew what to say to properly express my alienation and hate.
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021