I Worship Raw Beats

My flower hands, they bloom and grow
I’m sweating at the cross roads
Wolf through howl sound
My paws stomp the digital ground
You are rock I am made of wires
I had no idea
You are rock I am made of wires
I had no idea
We were not meant to think or to love
We were meant to crush and to plug
So I crush and I plug
So I crush and I plug
So I’m crushed by the weight of waiting
And I’m plugged into new machines
So I’m crushed by the weight of waiting
And I’m plugged into new machines