I lay my hands on you like you are porcelain,
the taste in my mouth pulls me in,
you open yourself up to let me come inside,
we're starting off real slow,
gradual pulsations,
pale skin glowing like snow,
while beads of sweat cover us,
I have become your virus,
attached to it's host,
I have become your virus,
feeding on your...
Giving myself over to the urges I forgot I had,
the secrets of a wanderer finding a new way home,
I have become your virus,
attached to it's host,
I have become your virus,
entering you.
DC-based musician Carni Klirs leads listeners on a series of soothing, self-guided journeys that pull from post-rock and ambient drone. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 30, 2021