Lonely Deer Frequencies

Bottle on the table,

I'm writing a note to the wind,

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

letting the imagination begin.

I am the architect of harmony,

playing the lonely host.

I know better than cold goodbyes,

but I

make-believe

them, Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

watching the shadows redeem.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

with nowhere left to hide.

I am far out,

living by the shoreline tide!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

with nowhere left to hide.

I live there in my spare time,

I can't get it right,

Meaw

meaw meaw meaw,

through the trap, through the punk,

through the dream, We are the evolution,

flowing through the central stream.

Meaw

meaw meaw meaw, I am the seeing and the being!

My heart is the chiptune-trap-feline-glitch-punk-core,

I am the sovereign explorer,

changing the face by the door.

The aliens are asking,

is the faith half-hearted today?

Meaw meaw meaw

meaw,

let the infinite questioning begin!

The 2:00 AM stillness...

eternal. The melismatic, needle-in-the-hay flow...

infinite. The soaring, overdriven power-chords...

burning goodbye. The

pixelated feline-starlight dissolution... total liberation.

Tiguidou. Shoreline-Sovereign. Resonant. Meaw meaw meaw meaw.

Jijijiji.