I wanna know if the man on the moon is coming soon/ or are we really all alone/ I wanna know just what is real and where the empty skies connect to the stars
the stars are cold up above/ our fear fills them up with alternating love/ the dying newspaper print/ I've got a feeling that we're all alone in the universal.
I wanna be dead as fish/ steeped in family/ I will not believe you anymore/ I wanna go round and round in plexiglass/ We're buried in graves down to our pores.
the stars are cold up above/ our fear fills them up with alternating love/ the dying newspaper print/ I've got a feeling that we're all alone in the universal.
It's plain to see the deities have kicked our asses/ Somewhere between the wheel/ It goes to show the sky is dead/ the sun cremation/ admit how empty you feel.
the stars are cold up above/ our fear fills them up with alternating love/ the dying newspaper print/ I've got a feeling that we're all alone in the universal.
credits
from Kitty Magick,
released May 23, 2017
Louis:guitar, vocal
Nova: guitar, backing vocal
Kaleen: drums
Gary:guitar lead
Geena: bass
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