give me time. i'm just a person in this world, i lost my body. i pick my player when i choose which game to start, shed my skin when i've played my part.
dreaming time. i can't feel pain when there's just rhyme and never reason. i pick my poison when i choose which hand to bite, won't feel fed without a fight,
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Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016