5 4 3 2 1
kiss each hand to midnight
breath the poison air
that hangs on these times
find a quiet ground to bear this weight
of empty cities stillborn to future age
in so many places
the worn out faces
lift their glasses
toast to pass this
5 4 3 2 1
count minutes to midnight
a fool's parade
with plague masks march
in time
one track two trains
head on to oblivion
a veiled face to
bless each fifth
to midnight
such worn out faces
in so many places
lift their glasses
toast to pass this
Darkwave synth that directly addresses our modern dystopian political environment, with proceeds going to the Voting Rights Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2018