This is a new song that i will will release as gravesend trolley (as it fits more with my older sound). Lyrics: she's in a group for kleptomaniacs ooo the summer heat cools her sticky hands tonight she'll slumber wrapped in satin sheets next to a gold box of gourmet sweets watch her...

There is no us... Apartment prisoner buried in unopened junk screaming bible passages to the faithless night from your stained window you gave your last por show to all the passing trains are you there apartment prisoner? Ch: and i love my freedom (under your gun) i'm happy like the...

Inspired by a dream of having dinner with deceased grandparents (and pet)

"béla kiss" is dark old gothic tale that i sing in both english and my old native tongue of hungarian. Bela la la bela kiss a new alias in the charade of loor tinman's echo inside the fisherman's cave spinning bootlegged bottles on spirit boards the last soldier to survive the...