Popolopen from Circadian Tremors by The Act of Estimating as Worthless

popolopen open up a token for my luck
and whats the fucking chance i'll get a paltry bite to eat tonight
these pleats wrap round my thighs so tight for reasons that i do not like

i've tried your ways, the stairs you gave to heaven's stone grey hellish gates, i waited and i watched as you dug my grave.

brisk winds and cloudy haze no space for all of my mistaken steps i've taken walking up
throw hands up, arms up

below lies failed truncated path take bath in sun and cold
old news now popolopen righteous warrior has spoken
feet leave empty not quite knowing where it ends
oh popolopen where it ends.

• Rock
• folk
• indie
• long distance relationship
• pop
• quiet