Sep 2, 2016
โConversion, software version 7.0, looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub. Eating seeds as a pastime activity, the toxicity of our city, of our city. Now, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder? Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep. Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, disorder, disorder, disorder. More wood for the fires, loud neighbors. Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck.
-Chorus- When I became the sun, I shone life into the manโs hearts. When I became the sun, I shone life into the manโs hearts.โ
