Flowers packaged in eiderdown lay at your doorstep for a brief moment until I took them back and ran away scared. Then I wrote some words for you and threw them in the fire seconds later. There is nothing I can give you. We're staring at paintings again, of blind deaf idiots with wings. And all the people around just walking in their sleep. There is broken glass beneath the feet of the children. Hungry dogs keep watching us watching them with fear. There is no comfort in songs of priests or nursery rhymes of monks. The dogs are at the door waiting for us to fall asleep. If I let go, will they take everything from us? If I close my eyes just for a moment, they will feed. Someone is playing with the kill switch again. Turning the world on and off for us. On and off for us, on and off again. On and on, over again. It's on and off and over again. On and on and off again.


from Future Endings: A Live Studio Recording, released November 3, 2017
(music by d' and Raf, lyrics by d')


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