Classic from Blossom by dK

First a pretty rush down the spine, U've got to taste to know.
Sharing breath , sweat , silence 'n time, arising in a blow
Our straying souls scarcely move, now they're one 'n dance
Exquisite way to spit it out, but no make-up, no fake
just going right back to the roots, here , sharp tense...
Use joy, dull, but do express, anything, expect
day after day
we do adore....
digging the waves
as none such adore.
Flesh, nerves 'n wandering thoughts...such an endless maze...
Deep we do need what's meaningless, no matter what some guess.
We reach the core through all that mess, We are the strengh.
For all of them, we're just 3 bugs, we stand as 1.
day after day
we do adore....
digging the waves
as none such adore.
Day after day...
Day after day...
Inked in flesh it digs our bones We stand as 1
just eating souls We stand as 1
Tear it down to waste it all, 'n moments refine. We stand as 1
Times of rareness as few words can make one. We stand as 1
Silence as the lone who listen Silence We stand as 1
a bit of salt on open wounds We stand as 1
a bit of salt on open wounds We stand as 1
a drawing can hide another one word We stand as 1
or else 'n U settle inside We stand as 1

• Blossom
• Experimental
• dK
• electro
• indus
• other
• Valence