Cobwebs from XOR by xor

I’ve grown to think in patterns adopted to get by
Cobweb covered labyrinths have come to coat my mind
For each one I try to take down, a new one makes its home
With every exit blocked, I move alone

Walk into the room and sit down
Put your head between your hands
Inhale
Breathe the moment in

And I can’t give into worry--often I’ll brush it off
Sometimes your expectations expect too much
And often I fail to grasp where all of this comes from
Stuck in the moment all I fell is lost

Walk into the room and sit down
Put your head between your hands
Inhale
Breathe the moment in

• Ambient
• Experimental
• ambient
• drone
• Asheville