Texty:
Tarot For The Glory Of Nothing

Blind, searching the dark, stand, pray and leap watch, not with your eyes, the creatures of the deep sail, the waters are black, don't rock the boat

don't wake this child of lies, he sleeps here in me now I'm just his dream he sees things with my eyes, things he knows that can't be floating in my

tiny voices, wrong choises, blood starts singing I never had anything to lose, no touch, nor taste my body is here for abuse, braincells for waste sirens

inhale from the barrel of my gun swallow these words and be blown away the spirits are here to fill me with nothing there's no one here to keep them

bang they thought to guar against the coming of the judgement day I'll just say let there be light and there'll be hell to pay warhead... nothing really