Taking On Cosmic Light (Suno v3 alpha + ReRites)

decay the primal green transitions into layers: self-help cortex and wee years finally on the peak, flinging paradises’ rut plasma, raving plums ooh the way the sea, so much as it is, hears nobody, just exists, and the sands open a cool flower that flows under cracks in the sounds of the blue sun i am thinking about an angel lost in an empty time, of a god dying in a deep lake of rain with a rose that weeps in a puddle [FADEOUT] [END]