WHY? GOD, WHY?

When the Lord blesses you with a sensitive heart, you follow it.
My soul intertwines with my eardrums. The sounds I find, the compositions I create, they bend my veins to the stars above. I only make music for the stars, for my heart.
From ambient darkness, to controlled madness, and all dancing in between, I let my spirit lift into the sky, exposing all of myself to the moon.
When the heart wants to say its words, I let my vocal chords open, my diaphragm clench, and spew out my own scriptures.

I am a siren, a screaming lunatic, and electronic angel, trying to expose my own truths through sound. My woeful heart no longer cries for release, as it is free to be heard, as it is free to sing.