526 from Pan by Luis Betancourt

Just this side of the road hands surrender control to the fear that resides inside this animal.
All the mold and disease, privilege and history, between his neck and his knee, you know he can't breathe.
Still the weight won't relent, what don't break still gets bent, all your alms they are spent, yet no repentance.
Now you're looking at me, now I'm looking at me, tell me what do you see, now tell me what do I see.

"It's ok, this happens all the time."

Alt altercation appropriation othered and anothering our situation.
Pro no we're anti pro-provocation but trying not to sit on this situation.
Cede no we seed for cross pollination cultivating colorful accumulation.
Reap when you sow and weep cause you know that the moment that you say I'm good's the moment you let go.

I see the world die in your eyes.

• Alternative
• acoustic pop
• experimental rock
• indie folk
• low-fi
• singer-songwriter
• New York