ALBUM REVIEW: Textures – Genotype
Welcome, wayward friend.
Welcome, wayward friend.
Grinding the red eye, wasting the night into days.
If you don’t believe in empathy, try to figure it out.
I never knew I was never going to see you again.
Fuck fighting demons, invite them around…
As the Earth began to fade I saw you levitate.
I’ll try to say goodbye to the past, cus’ the future is in my hands.
Looking through the eyes of a new machine.
I buried you in a song only I hear.