When everything was so much better
and all this mess was going like i planed
and all sense important, nothing out remains
I'll just dig myself a hole again
superstantalizum lost
to a micro-demon in the cogs
the beginning spins so easily across
and it doesn't need to make any sense
how it works none is there to give a penny
irrelevant to death so many
you convenient nihilist
have no humor for the cause
the tongue that sings will be my job
can it feel what you wanted
can't keep a real thing going this to be part of my plans
no, now i know,
there's no cause to give something
places, feeling, predictions the same with no reality
its just a damaged dream a small excuse for anything that doesn't work
living talking breathing in my mind
can't stop the noise, illusions on the musics loud repeating noise
More moody synth brilliance from the mighty Maria Minerva, “Soft Power” sets breathy melodies over surging electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2020