ALBUM REVIEW: Textures – Genotype
Welcome, wayward friend.
Welcome, wayward friend.
Raise good energy.
I will remember when ghosts were mighty, and I will laugh and catch my own tears.
To be nothing, absent thereafter.
Ripple through hallucination. Fade to my blue space.
We call for paradise, unperfected and wild.
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
If this life ends early, would I have spent my time right?
Will I become the setting sun?