the endings will all end and wrap around
none of this really matters to me now
sometimes it takes a sec
past my own surprise at my own neglect
to realize im just a pile of little dots
and you're just a pile of dots too
they'll forget all our dots real soon
the dots explode give way decay multiply divide escape
these dots are organized real well
and i live in every cell
kill the warden of this jail
i wanna feel something that matters might as well
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2020