this morning i saw a glimmer of hope in the eyes that i met at the door of separate futures and confident sutures to the wounds that we have endured oh you hate the words of war but baby face it that s what it s been for us we were never good fighters or very good soldiers but through this we are more it s victorian this embroidering ordering and sorting of memory to museum quality in a box we are we are and we re art for the victims and tourists to see and this victory we re part of is part and parameter of all that has come before we were never good fighters or very good soldiers but through this we are more what s the harm in ruins reminds us of who we were in the darker times in the pieces of colonies we ll find that we follow a church of our own design by our best we re remembered baptised we surrender by air by water by shore we were never good fighters or very good soldiers but through this we are more we are more we are more we are more we are more
['ectofolk', 'folk', 'lilith', "women's music"]