So many thoughts with no words to use
As I drive the highway under the moon
As the darkness crept and whispered the blues
A star projecting me lit a fuse
I Drank to forget frustrating truths
Or to celebrate eternal youth
Lost in the absence that silence proves
As new as forgotten news, I am you
As I say; We'll never die
Our perspective will multiply
Into eachother's and other eyes
So we can see darkness shine bright
In the awakening there are no words to fight this light
where darkness is a shade of pain
and seeing ourselves just relieves a strain
but its bleeds through like blood in veins
causality will obtain
the beauty of life in strife, insane; is another word for cure
when everything is seen as pure
And like the waves of the ocean the pull is her
the pull is her
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024