From the otherworldly paranoid delusions of Benjamin Anderson:

A chillingly over-dubbed wretched echo of a voice gleams like black ice over a pulsating, anfractuous soundscape. This isn’t beautiful; this isn’t trying to be beautiful. It’s hard to make sense of this piece even after countless listens; is this the crudely scrawled suicide note of this individual‘s sanity? Is this just strange for the sake of being strange? Shining unequivocally through our haze of uncertainty on this audio manifestation of otherworldly paranoid delusions is the sincerity and innocence in this person’s message. Seriously, listening to this thing will leave you wanting to give this guy a hug.

Oh and the self-hypnosis works, just ask the Pope.