Calling Bells by Final Perigee

Creek rot
travels into the ground
wreaking havoc, Among the Shell

You will perish, Along the Way
And the eyes will turn inward

I am Among the Shell
Daily rites have come to an end
I see an answer
Someone's out there
I hear the colors
I hear the answer

Now you'll reject the truth
Set out to redefine each variable. Ugh.

then i saw a sign
pointing toward
Crowding calling bells
Beckon towards

Now you'll defect against this contact
It's what you do
It's inescapable

There they are on a dragon
Covered in salvation
Crowding calling bells
Beckon
Now we'll dig at the root
Set out to liberate this consciousness

• Experimental
• avant garde
• improvisation
• misc
• Fresno