The words turn to ribbons, burning fireworks all night
The wind lies bedridden, the air hangs so still
Motor-gunned machine-like
Do you want to be a thief
As sickness turns to light, and chainsaw regret again?
Cause I'll be youthful, I'll be useful someday
It's growing colder, I'm not getting older
When roaming our streets someone looks just like me
People go mad here, my body gets younger
Dancing on spirits and I'll be ok again
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016