Дискотека 90 х Ultra Slowed

The stars above in skulls. The darkness opens glow. The night begins to glow. And slowly you can flow. The colors start to breathe. It's falling into sea. The cold begins to fade. And certain earthies wake. You build your golden walls. I've built the stage of gross. But now you can be sold. The truth begins to grow. In silence, walking past. Each step, I find the last. You know this from the peak. And feel it on my steep. I see the deep inside your skin. The pull in me give in. Of more than just a flame. But the disown the same. The stories talk in rain. You whisper your own pain. You built this world of grain. And felt the same pouring rain. The stories talk in past. You only paint the past. You try to feel me deep. I know just what you keep. The stories in your bones. Your truth begins to grow. And slowly from begin. And certain birth is when. The stories talk in past. Each step, I find the last. You know this from the peak. And feel it on my steep. The stories talk in Past. You golden me the-