There's a sequel to this story, that was written long ago. It was kept and was published, titled, "Something To Indulge." They send 'em for your money, pre-packaged it was sold. They signed a little contract to promise them their souls.
There's a secret I've been writing to try and set the tone. Been finding ways, been taking days when it's already been told. And everything in this world has been cut and already done. They say I'm behind and not in line when it's them that has been fooled.
They'll sentence you to death when you try to write a song. They'll try to out-write debts that were carried all along. We tried to write a story, but got lost along the way. I've pried the life straight from my lungs to try and stay the same.
There are pieces to the puzzle that went missing long ago. They went laughing and running, running and laughing never to be found. There are people that wear muzzles, to filter what they emote. They would sync up all their gossip and gulp it down like wolves.
There are things that aren't worth signing so the deaf just wouldn't know. But there are instances that are meaningless, like your (probably) burning home. There's a publication screening to all the people getting old: "There's a price to pay, for less oxygen, and they say we're better off without you and your history. I'm sorry, but you're of no use to me."
This collection of studio and live pieces from 2016-2020 highlights synth maestro Papiro's playful, psychedelic side. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2021