Letras
Singular my syndrome, is only minimal ever frequent, alteration is my min-maximum
Your breaking me consciously aware or not but still freshen yourself up, when your playing nothing, inaudible silent camera
Watching me, my voice is enough for me
Your presence at me, I'd rather not be sure
Existential design I am ruminant
Born as time were running it
You're burning it, creating it
After the light it's over freezing me
Aerodynamic rot is fading me
Desaturated, forced in or out
Reuptake another own mind
Monocot it and then refine
Through a root until you will find
The end of questions that are mine
Monocot, I see Monocot, Monocot I see Monocot
Monocot I say monocot
I can't preveiling me
A trap eventing free
Beyond me watching me
Monocot, it's desaturated
Your asking it what, I'm observing.