Bold Menu 2 by DemoBot published on 2017-06-05T00:01:43Z Bold Menu 2: I'm building press and slowly untethered. But when I look in the mirror I only see the weather. Its nuffin clever, of course, this fetish of your is subject to a lock on the door. On the road we lie. All the things must do. Or so the sequence of my mind. You build a little boat, to take across the sea. The Ocean is incredible to such a wooden thing. I can be the cloud, if you can be the sound. Now we got the thunder - we'll always be around. Playing tuff, intentional and ruff. An existential crisis outta keep me off the cuff. Do you need me? Coz I need you. To believe me. To aleve you. It comes to head, now the internet is dead. And picking up the pieces fills me with dread. Do you need me? Coz I need you. To believe me. To aleve you. To be modest, synonymous dishonest. When the flours sour - soon its harvest. After that and subsequent, your days are better spent, paying someone else's rent. On the road we lie. All the things must do. Or so the sequence of my mind. You build a little boat, to take across the sea. The Ocean is incredible to such a wooden thing. I can be the cloud, if you can be the sound. Now we got the thunder - we'll always be around. Playing tuff, intentional and ruff. An existential crisis outta keep me off the cuff. Do you need me? Coz I need you. To believe me. To aleve you. It comes to head, now the internet is dead. And picking up the pieces fills me with dread. Do you need me? Coz I need you. To believe me. To aleve you. Genre Electronic