Primitive Data

By Puta Volcano

On AMMA

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Like raindrops on the sea

Break stillness and riple the veil

I fall from blackest space

A flailing newborn

Heliacal rising again

More shadows in my head

I left my center back home

A lifetime ago

Whispers through the storm

Calling me back home tonight

Shamans guide me through

Vibraphonic dreams

All faces look the same

And yet I feel out of place

I thought I was ready but

Inside I’m at war

No matter the distance I go

I’ll put my ear to the ground

My heartbeat drumming loud

A compass to home

Whispеrs through the storm

Calling me back home tonight

Shamans guidе me through

Vibraphonic dreams

Racing with the wind

But always out of reach are

The places where I’ll find

My footprints from that time

Whispers through the storm

Calling me back home tonight

Shamans guide me through

Vibraphonic dreams

Racing with the wind

But always out of reach are

The places where I’ll find

My footprints from that time