recorded in bedroom 1995 with zia under house arrest /on tascam portable 4 track tape machine bounced to the limit. zia/allo/dhonmu/ishan
You're running through dusty streets of Baghdad Tumbling down red sand The distant prayer calling for your survival Distinct echoes of your footsteps A hymn of bare skin and dirt Asking for nothing but forgiveness
Dream in Symmetry
I awaken to find myself in a dreamy sleep. My teeth fly from my head as metal does to a magnet. I am floating in everything and nothing. I am floating in the Void. Terrors and fears meld with memory to create a grotesque...