Feb
Analemma
1 – Autophagy [Verse 1]Cold cup on the counterFog fades into the airCalendar stuck on DecemberOld bones in the chairEmpty plate in the kitchenClock hands stuck in a grooveSlow to do anythingBut Heart’s making its move [Chorus]AUTOPHAGYLet the old blood drainYou never truly liveTill you live through painAUTOPHAGYEvery breathEvery breath a testYou never truly liveTill […]