Impermanence is a gift.
Impermanence is grit.
And it tastes just like my first communion,
like my first communion did.
Wrote an ode to impermanence
in a jar without a lid
a caustic chemical solution,
yeah, I did.
Impermanence is a gift.
Impermanence is grit.
And it tastes just like my first communion,
like my first communion did.
Rodents and the old spider blankets
and thoughts of spending the last food stamp on
soapy violet candy chalk, violence can be taught.
Mother, said; put on some spit and gauze and know the truth, son.
I’m touched,
touched, touched
to the teeth.
Impermanence is a gift.
Impermanence is grit.
And it tastes just like my first communion did,
like a first communion did.
It tastes just like my first communion did
-just like my first communion did.
My current favouite witch-house artist. From this album "feel nothing" is currently the most reflective song. Song which I can feel with my soul. like when I just stand behind the window, wondering what comes next....... vladimir milojkovity