III. minutiae Lyrics
- Genre:Electronic
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
The smell's still there
Every day for the past week
Fucking my head
Making me weak
I want to be above it
Smell the salt and air
Divide by minutiae
Call from your armchair
Gray walls, gray walls, gray walls
Break your dreams down to essentials
Components and only unreal
It's fake, you've no potential