I'm on a sick streak, that's what I think
I gnashed a bag of shrooms, chased it with a bottle of booze
Trip to save face, trip to contemplate
I'm on that sick streak, man that's just what I think
Ghosts roam these streets with me, they all claim to be kings
We left our bodies behind, we can't stand to be reminded
Of faces painted permanently, they're faces containing our remaining animal instinct
Come around you'll see, come around you'll believe
Come around you'll see, just come around and you'll believe
Bare hands broke bricks and I am not cut out for this
You're a princess lacking any sense, I'm a reckless mess lacking any progress
So let's claim that death came and it stole the soul from our love
I don't deserve this, hell, neither do you
credits
from Vimanas,
released March 19, 2018
GPV - vox, electric bass, microkorg xl, electric six string
JCM - classical six string