It's just tiny enough to breathe it
Big enough to see
It's peeking over my shoulder
Coursing through my veins
But I don't mind my little vices
When my body turns to dust
It's just tiny enough to breathe it
Big enough to see
I think god is appearing to me
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude