He left, Displaced on a sea of contempt,
Lost widows wandered in the ice of his breath,
He took a taste of the fruit in his eye,
He thought, “I have lost her”, But he’s better off without her,
Cause we’re all safe without you,
And we can finally see the way you’ve become,
Cause we’re all safe without you,
Now we can finally see you,
You must have been so irate,
By the sound of their suffering
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2023