seabed from food by etai

i can tell your different somebodies whispering secrets down there to me
i can tell you secrets it doesnt make much a difference now that you are dead
its turning red i think that it hurts me i think that it needs me to be there
and how has zhu-hai recovered that seabed he was such a sleepy headed man
are your eyes just playing tricks on me or have they gone their seperate ways
i think that it hurts me i think that it needs me i think that it loves me when im there so now that zu-hai's recovered that seabed he was such a sleepy headed man
swear to me on the eyes of a child that you still believe in a life worthwhile

• Experimental
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• Philadelphia