Inktober #22 - Break Beat (2:50)

What is up with inspiration just waning! I keep on complaining! Then record for three minutes straight anyway. It's another day in the grind and the raining. The gray and the paining. The life, at which we spittle with dismay.

Or spit a little display of what it takes to take a break and wave the grayness away, and let surface a maybe graceful bouquet of *various flower names*, that shine with radiant rays, even when the sun's holed up behind great clouds and wont show it's face. *points finger at the dark void this cowardly core of metal and molten gases illuminated*

Jump on a @Father-of-Death beat though and it goes OK! Inspiration comes running back. What's up with that. It sure is something. Wake up in a daze and sit still looking shitfaced straight on the stage, mind stuck in some kind of stiff state... the beat plays, come out gunning.

Lyrics here.