there s a thunder in the distance north south east and west your defenses are useless your resistance meaningless i ve changed my appearance i look like someone new i ve called on my friends for their assistance i ve called out to you but any colours that you dream about and any words that you tell yourself all turn to something new you re looking for allies looking for satellites across the great divide moving in circles turning to someone else with nothing left to hide i ve run in all directions north south east and west i ran til my eye caught a reflection north south east and west but any colours that you dream about and any words that you tell yourself all turn to something else you re looking for allies looking for satellites across the great divide moving in circles turning to someone else with nothing left to hide and strange conversations the words that you tell yourself are words that you deny you re looking for allies looking for satellites to bring you back to life
['brooklyn indie']