Bridges by WAX PIG MELTING

You may see me coming,
But I can't at all,
& as for their bluffing,
Well, I'll take their call,
.
& Upon the bursting of colors and bees,
We'll all see it coming, and bow to our knees,
Just to not displease

Filming in Germany, becoming a nurse,
Still haven't seen all 3, but I have seen worse,
& Upon the bursting of colors and bees,
We'll all see it coming, and bow to our knees,
Just to not displease.

I, wanna grab what's in front of me,
& Groan, when it hurts,
& Build no bridge to be burnt,
& Build no bridge to be burnt.

The new higher being,
You've yearned to become,
Has emptied from bleeding,
Unblocking the sun
Choosing between them
And who but I knows
Fantasize reasons,
Ill-thoughtfully chosen

I, wanna grab what's in front of me,
& Groan, when it hurts,
& Build no bridge to be burnt,
& Build no bridge to be burnt.

• Experimental
• avant garde
• drone
• field-recordings
• improvisation
• noise
• Las Vegas