Clay
math rock, lo-fi, hip hop, lo-fi hip hop; intricate guitar tapping patterns layered with atmospheric textures; subdued percussion and ambient noise creating a raw and intimate mood, rock
Clay
math rock, lo-fi, hip hop, lo-fi hip hop; intricate guitar tapping patterns layered with atmospheric textures; subdued percussion and ambient noise creating a raw and intimate mood, rock
Lyrics
Verse
Hands in the dirt hands in the ground
Fingers bleed digging around
For something lost for something found
Dry cracks split open wide
Dust whispers where truth hides
I can't feel the earth I can't decide
Prechorus
What am I building what am I breaking
What am I holding what am I faking
Chorus
Clay in my hands it slips it slides
Clay in my hands it breaks it binds
Clay in my hands it's all I find
All I find
Verse 2
Shapes collapse forms dissolve
Nothing stays nothing resolves
Every answer just evolves
Eyes closed I shape a face
But it crumbles can't leave a trace
I don't know this place