Years of unfinished thoughts, finally spilling out same bones, new flesh a little cleaner, still broken
Years of unfinished thoughts, finally spilling out same bones, new flesh a little cleaner, still broken
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
