Lithops Life from Population by Crown Larks

Any time you want a grave, let me know
And every time you would be its mind
Every time you would be gone is a wrap
You would
Take it as it comes
Breathe

Every time you would seek its mind
Take it alright and take it as a sign
Breathe it outright and breathe it as a sign
Break it all down to a patchwork of
Any time
Every time

Take it alright and take it as a sign
Breathe, take it as it comes

Just keep prayin time’s gonna stop
Catch my legs in the quicksand and drop
Catch my legs in the pool of light
Where my childhood eyes glaze over and I ask
If we came by just to knock
Any time would you be gone?
With fetid eyes you would look on
Hypnotized and drawn

• Experimental
• drone
• minimal
• noise
• psych
• space
• Chicago