Poor old Reg is all at sea ..... Pray with a tear to the lord You bang your head on the wall just to release some pain You feel your senses light up like a match to butane Feel the warmth of the terror in the release of control Tell yourself…

Poor old Reg more bad news, it never rains but it pours...... All i want to do is go get high Suddenly theres a chaos come to my mind It’s like someones had it perfectly designed I couldn’t answer how I couldn’t answer why…

Used trawnajim's Funkibeatz rhythm track, and a stretched field recording of cicadas

4x hydrasyth explorer