Stay the night, roam the globe
We go from low to overdose back to comatose
Brightest lights, coldest roads.
My generation is a rose that’s grown
From concrete rubble under a broken home
In a busy city where we’ve never felt so alone.
—Shad - Dreams
Tycho - Daydream
Danny Brown - Float On
the world has moved, be quick enough to not miss it now.