Goals from Trep by Trep

I never believed in goals
they wrap me up
attractions cold
(I won't think I can breathe)

Call it reaction's home
circulate, collapse and grow
(I don't think I should breathe)

Initiations owned
the only place to shoot is low

Leave my comfort so I can feel it

Simple poets, I've been told, construct our homes
Miss less moments my head knows is how we grow

Idiot circus tour born before belief and fortune
(My mind makes up its ceiling)
Shootin for less than more
obligate, rewind and store
(M M M U I C)

Simple by askin more
Fornicate, relapse, pay tolls

Leave my comfort so I can feel it

Simple poets, I've been told, construct our homes
Miss less moments, my head knows, is how we grow
even with out bright ideas

Simple poets, I now know construct my home
Miss less moments, my head knows, is how I grow

Even without bright ideas

• Electronic
• beats
• film music
• folk
• indie
• Boston