to where it fades
( baritone) nightcore cello trap that constantly surprises and defies convention, non( conscious) southern trap, ( timelessly) non( repetitive) ( ambient), ( evolving) macro and micro, ( superhumanly) emotional vocals, ( extremist) energy, non( overproduced) sound, ( absurdly) creative and innovative, non( boring), ( insightful) moments, ( inhuman) vocal qualities, non( average) song, ( excessively beyond possible) voice, ( Uyghur) non( English) ( Hebrew) instrumental, ( frisson inducing) noise, non( hissing tinny) overall quality, ( rich and pleasurable) oscillation, ( minimalist but innovative) arrangement, non( High School Musical) vocals, non( harsh), mathrock Quirktronica Atlanta melodic trap from ( 1991-1993) gang-cute -ica, ( sad, melancholy, powerful), non( religious)
raindrop on the tin roof sound of sunday fill me with longing memories of memories of people really loved you and some never knew to beauty was a punchline almost fantastical and we let it go all things are dreadfully cyclical the wind is here anew spring on the way moving ever onward how the mud receded the plants of your carnivorous fingertips oh to be needed greens and brights i come up to breathing i come up too needy but i really loved you it moved where did it went to it moved it moved and you went too but i really loved oh i really loved ain't you hurt fall into these words forgotten you beauty was
