Dear world where has the passion gone?
Would you pull the trigger, if I load the gun?
& I refuse to have you as deadweight,
These things we carry are not for hands so fucking grey,
Fuck
This weathered city, such a blatant lie,
You may love your home, but I hate mine
Seeing what you see you can not believe,
Being mindless set me free,
You say this scene is dead, but you're the ones who killed it
You say this scene is dead, but you're the ones who killed it
These leaves are dead,
This field is lifeless, it's such a picturesque cold,
Of what we used to own,
So bring it back, to the oldest things
I'm sick of this shit fucking scene
You took my heaven & made it hell to me
You made it hell to me
There's a gap in history
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023