Drop through pavement and tell me if paper’s relevant. Flaking mistaken relevance pacing under the television. Under some staticy leaves, unbalanced compounds. Electricity down with your status in potholes. Pop cold thoughts with needles of stainless battery acid in faceless casualties, matter of grayish to pink mortality. See, there’s more to life than coincidental change and flattery. Emphatically battle me, verbal wit, stealth in agile dreams. Sufficient wealth to me’s back to a dirt floor with open astronomy. Photogenic genetics, if the soul does not exist, is applicable. Inexplicable mist shrouds me from you and your empty ordinance. You’re insubordinate, uninteresting disorganized organism, it’s fine. Oracle morphing out the orbiting foes to tip toe to safety while letting the weeds grow.
Yo, drop the stale bones, let the lauded foes know the ice hasn’t been froze. The dice haven’t been thrown, so entice the broken tone to drop the monolithic stone and assemb
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022