Hear some demos:
Undertowed
Park bench romance, low lights, wet grass, my skirt, your hand, oh my Christ come. Undertowed… Isn’t it enough to say we’re in love? The heart merely pumps blood, my brain needs more time to figure this out.
Riptide pull me beneath, I’m drowning. Undertowed… Isn’t it enough to say we’re in love? The heart merely pumps blood, my brain needs more time to figure this out.
Herostratus
There is no peace in misunderstanding so forget the words and lose all sense of purpose. The absence of pure ideals makes me quite nervous, because it seems to me aspiration Herostratus.
Last night I saw myself in a dream with hooks for hands. The tenderness kills. I long to hold, but it cuts so deeply. Then I wake up.
I gave up my Midas touch under a foreign sky without memory of morning. Last night I saw myself in a dream with hooks for hands, the tenderness kills. I long to hold, but it cuts so deeply. Then I wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
Moloch
There are no stars in the great city’s skyline. Only an electric light divides the darkness which conceals the bodies fed to the machine unceasing in a world without men, built for gods. Loss of impulse control, shut my eyes on the dance floor. Shake until the music ends, time suspended in slow motion. Once consumed by fire no one can see me, for I am inside and far away. Aflame a furnace hallowing, Anima Sola.
Should hesitation confront at the summit of the stairs, arise bearing witness the memory of all suffering. Loss of impulse control, shut my eyes on the dance floor. Shake until the music ends, time suspended in slow motion. Once consumed by fire no one can see me, for I am inside and far away. Aflame a furnace hallowing, Anima Sola – The Forsaken Soul.
recorded on a Tascam Porta 1.
