I don't believe in the sky anymore like you do
(my tongue is bitten through)
I don't believe in their lies anymore, it isn't true
(it is a bitter proof)
I can't go along anymore with you
(I need a windier road)
I just can't let myself fall for another ruse
(pawn moves to the 8th square)
Find somewhere nice
and live your dreams
far away
from the false construct
willing slaves call
modern life
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023