Letras
Live from nowhere
Live from now here
The transmission is queer
The transmission, is coming in, queer
I had a dream that, joy was a person
Arms wide open
Heartbroken devotion
Smiling loud
Final form was a fluxious cloud
Face looking like "what's at the bottom of each question?"
Lips being a dispensary for the sensory
Emptying all of the stories stored in me
Playing telephone
Ancestors whispering
Still enough to feel the ground's energy
I am not in the world
I am the world
Gall brimming, bending, bonding
Over something, other than misery
Organic connectivity
Eye contact
The courage of memory
Birth certificate reads cosmic
You say more with your pauses
Living wall-less, following sound
Let's go and follow the sound
The, spirit knows more than I do
What's the move?
Nah, what's the prayer?
Not confused, I sit looking at
More than what my eyes can view
No matter what skin your opinion's in
Oblivion is on its way
Be gentle, 'cause oblivion is on its way
This is a ritual you listen to
Relax your face
Grief is an opening