Songs Of Singularity In Reverse

Chasing that old, trusty feeling,

peeling away wishful lust for unanointed killing

stealing the morning stars and the rainy ceiling

vouching for worthy hearths, freest human being

this is all we know, no… no, no we don’t bow

this is why we resurrect the whitest snow

memories of old are fading slow

you better be in the know

we ride, ride… the angriest storm

we ta…