Demise from Chrysalis by Matte Martin

I cannot see the way anymore.
And I cannot hear the laughs of the world.
All my senses are drawn to me,
And infinitely magnified.

Iʼm viewing my own demise.
My eyes melt, observing my fate.

I absess down a consuming black.
In near-silence, the vibrations throng
The voice of a blister motif.
And I know we will never part again.

Iʼm viewing my own demise.
My eyes melt, observing my fate.
There is something, something inside.
I am somewhere inside this form.

Iʼm viewing my own demise.
My eyes thaw, deserving my fate.
There is something, something inside.
I am somewhere inside this form.

• Alternative
• art pop
• art rock
• baroque pop
• chamber pop
• rockabilly
• San Francisco