dial tone from upas by tonn

automated senses
don't think, don't think, don't think

senseless dream state peasant
won’t look, won’t look, won’t look

fallen from grace of God,
self is such a weight.
Almost impossible to shake

Ripped from warmth of one
The void is taking shape
Calling out my name

Fallen hungry polyp
Can’t know, can't know, can't know

Tiny selfish reason
Hoping, hoping, hoping

to see some light without
the fragile hollow shell
within, without, between

I know nothing at all
Except a will and wants
a simple-minded haunt

parasite
hiding from the light
that hurts too much to see

• Rock
• Songs.
• alternative
• experimental rock
• noise rock
• California