I am a deconstructed builder
A mechanized musical object
Today I do not find melody that defines what I feel
It does not give me more insight
My head only arms progressions
With textures and with mercury and aluminum shine
Metal flowers here?
It sounds just a glass sun and I
I want to transmit chills
With reasons for joy
Music sometimes leaves me
Something made my heart apparatus machinery
It is not coherent what you feel
Brings hidden beats
I bring the frozen arpeggios
With altered disassembled passes
And neurotic accents dissatisfied intervals
A coal and chalk sky sounds
Wire trees and I sound
I want to transmit chills
With reasons for joy
Music sometimes leaves me
Only among all we can make this a better place :)