Stop looking to me like you are my own son
Talking to me like I need an opinion
Threats of violence in the cold Autumn sun
You try to have a voice but you're always gonna be
A ganglion, ganglion mon
The ganglion feeds on the fleeting of fun
Ganglion, ganglion mon
The ganglion chooses the synapse it bonds
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023