SANTA MONICA.

SANTA MONICA. (Instrumental) GOING COASTAL. (EP) Prod. By Blũ Tha Gürū Be careful of curses, For all you curse Shall come onto you tenfold each time Four each wish you made To destroy another I sent him out of my mind; I've shattered glass in my eyes My ions Lions, Wild An exact science Biology Below me Open world Horror show Broken mirrors no more Costs for the show I'm making arrangements to end it all I'm sick and deranged sacred Now all my scars are fireburns And markers, highlighters Words Breaths of reason Fears For galaxies of angels prayers for Freedom Sacred tongues Of north Summer stones Fall for Auguest Love for all The broken shatters art Glass it is Tears in my All The heart is silent Now but Sould does sing When finished weeping Keep this secret close and hold to hide The tides of red Ions, mars tears of broken glasses Seonces shattered Glass Tears of Blood After all, I loved him I pushed him from my mind -forgotten. I should stop lighting candles. Fuck that, I should order more. What do you think that one was? What it always is. What it always was, I guess. You called the comics. I asked for– Nevermind. Sometimes it's best at all to do nothing, “The indifference doesn't matter.” –but it has to. (then it never mattered.) …and wish to belong, knowing all the well you won't And that it all is, Temporary. It never used to be this shifty. I actually never had a reason to believe in the paranormal. It's all paranormal. I took apart each dimension carefully, Sector by sector, And let it remain as it was– Tactile. I became complacent In knowing that all of death, ‘The Grand illusion” Was also just more of life, In another way– And wherever the previous thing was, ‘The Past' Was another place. We're gonna need new windshield wipers. Why's that. I think it's raining blood. …that's strange. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.