Clouded out from Eyes by Zen Baron

Something stares at some pale and sickly face

Battle ground
Between
Boredom
And bordering insanity

Reaches up
Grabs the
Edge of a
Singular duality

I'm so young in my dreams when I cannot sleep
My time is wasting away on what I keep
My eyes are hollow and aching for what is weak
It always follows but it never speaks

Anesthesia
I love it too
Anesthesia
I love it too
Anesthesia
Our love is true
Anesthesia
You know it's true

Something stares at some pale and sickly face
I look like a polished perfect slicked back mess
Something stares at some pale sickly face
Keep me sedated like a fucking sick animal

• Experimental
• apocalypse folk
• dark ambient
• endtimes dance music
• Fayetteville