IN COVERSATION: Thom and Jade of Kulk
They will know. Count your days.
They will know. Count your days.
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Come sail on a spectrous sea.
No one ever sees it coming when the search lights kill the party.
This is my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The worst is coming for you and I’ll get mine.
Trapped in by standards set by someone else.
Only alone in the outer limits
Mumble quietly as we walk home / ‘I am tired of being alone.