Art, music and lyrics by Tasukete 🎶 tasukete.stars.page
Lyrics: Red rivers stretch like veins in the dark, an endless parade always missing the mark. Synthetic memories scramble my mind, willfully blind to the lies between lines. Spinning in circles, caught in their game, lost in a mirage that feeds on the fame. Wheels keep turning, shadows distort, chasing reflections in a counterfeit court. Glass shatters softly in borrowed light, illusions of gold, but it's brittle and slight. Mirrors on mirrors hide a hollow divide, a silent auction where truths collide. Faces flash by with a pixel’s gleam, voices like whispers in a vivid dream. Lines drawn in smoke, signs worn and frayed, stuck in thi...