【SynthV Original】On Entomology【Neriful ft. Mai】

boy i sure hope there are no bugs in this song ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ one of the tracks for an upcoming album :)) two of them will have music videos so i'm posting those separately, then ill stick the whole thing up later this one is ab a little oc of mine called chuu :D shes a little bug girl who is so normal and extremely normal so so very normal and very sane and grounded and normal it's like breathing you can get a surprising amount of individual timbres out of mai, shes so goddamn versatile asjhdkja i considered swapping to yuma or qing su before release but it just didn't sound the same.........plus yuma and qing su are gonna get their time to shine on the other one i'll release soon hehe oh also go commission emi, xer art is fuckin amazing and xe deserves all the money in the world (threat) edit: IGNORE THE TYPO IN THE VIDEO THERE IS NO TYPO IN THE VIDEO IF YOU NOTICED IT THEN NO YOU DIDNT ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Neri | Audio, video https://neriful.bandcamp.com/album/on-entomology emerakii | Art https://emerakii.carrd.co/ Special thanks to the rats, I love you all (platonically) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lyrics: La, la… Through the soil and through the rain I find myself with dirty hands but Soon, it’ll be worth it Though my scabs have opened up I couldn’t care less, really I don’t mind Soon, it’ll be worth it With a net and a box (this should do good), I will turn every rock! (straight to the wood) Woodlice and fireflies Once midnight turns to dawn, I’ll have them all hang out at mine…! “Static, lovers in the darkroom, foley, and yet even more.” (Static, lovers by foley; and yet more) “It breathes certain life, but—” (It breathes life, but) (Breathes life) When will it, when will this, when will I— Can this be home now? (Not now) “Teachers, students in their latest ventures, still learning their craft.” (Teachers forward their ventures: so learn. You…) “You all die, but—“ (You) Can this be, can this show, can this form— What will be home now? (Not now) “Come forth, gather the glass.” “In dew, all rise.” “The grass takes bodies, from where our prophet lies.” And so I’ll tell her… Tell her Through the aches and through the pain I hop the fence and speak my mind but She says it’s not worth it Though my scars have opened up I couldn’t care less, ever since I found them It’s my true calling With a bat and a dog Cast away all the fog! (let it all be) Beetles and termites Once daylight turns to dusk, I’ll have them all hang out at mine…! “Motion, over by the river somewhere—it feels strangely cold.” (Motion, over the river—it feels cold) “You’ll feel not a thing, but—“ (You’ll feel things, but) (Feel things) What will be, what will go, what will ease— Where is my home now? (Not now) “Slowly, dripping thick as water, marvel at our greatest sense.” (Slowly, thicker than water, it’s ours. This…) “This comfort, but—“ (This) Where is my, where is her, where is she— Can’t this be home now? (Not now) “Come forth, gather the glass.” “In dew, all rise.” “The grass takes bodies, from where our prophet lies.”