Flying Safe from Странствия: блуждания и погружения VII by Crapologies

i was hoping you might save the day
looking through his stuff while he’s away
i was hoping you would change your mind
fly away at last
floating through the fires of hell

i was hoping you could turn around
throw your crooked body to the ground
i was hoping you would save a life
looking through your screen
cutting through the air i breathe

all the moaning
reaching for the crown
losing every day
on the path to harmony
all the gargling
preaching to the hounds
standing on your left
is your barrel-headed teacher
all is future now

i was hoping you might save the day
looking through his stuff while he’s away
i was hoping you would change your mind
fly away at last
floating through the fires of hell

all the moaning
reaching for the crown
losing every day
on the path to harmony
all the gargling
preaching to the hounds
standing on your left
is your barrel-headed teacher
all is future now!
the crumbs led us to your place
parades lead us to the lounge
the sour and bitter space
the cubs eating through your chest
the book bursting up in flames
i know it’s so peaceful there
i swear it’s the fairest race

• Experimental
• drone
• experimental electronic
• fieldrecordings
• industrial
• psychedelic
• Russia