Mildred from Pt. 2 by Mildred

Another Wednesday, if I’m still keeping track of time.
You’re still dreaming.
Maybe you’ve dreamt this whole world up,
Maybe I’m just a dream.
Somehow things keep getting worse.
Blood in the streets,
They shot up city hall and Mayor Engen’s house.
It’s been twenty one days,
You’re still bathed in 3 streaks of the sun’s rays.
Brown hair now golden in light.

I named the hole Mildred too,
Because I was sinking in you.
Everyday I hope I’ll wake, next to you.
And I’m never gonna’ sleep again.
And I’m never gonna’ sleep tonight,
If I dive in head first, maybe we’ll live again.

I’d take you far away from here.
I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.

I pray to god and hope he hears.
I pray he’s real, pray "save us all".
I fear my judgment but it’s destiny.
I could see the burning hands in pillars of flame.
And as they turn, they turn to ash, I know,
I must bring you to safety, and live forever in your dream.

• Experimental
• noise-rock
• post-rock
• psychedelic
• skramz
• slowcore
• Los Angeles