Vibration & Flow
The brass hurts my ears… But the tones love my core… Hurting me, but trying to sound good… I let them in… siding with the purest grace… Covered in noise. Bursts of power, audio fuels my soul… Eating away at constriction… Breaking the chains… I live for the feeling… When I fall to my knees, I will ask for more. When the noise finds my skull… Let the blood flow free… Let the noise flow.