Someone is watching
There are strangers
In my house
They came through the water
As I crossed over
Now all my little strangers
Like children dance with me
They're playing ring-a-rosy
All fall down
Inside of me
I heard your footsteps
On the wooden floor
But I couldn't face
What was behind the door
When the student is ready
The teacher will appear
I have many spirits
And they're always near
Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh
We are one
We are one
My passenger
And I think the stars are
Peepholes in the firmament
In the firmament
Someone is watching
Someone is watching
Someone is watching
/ I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don't normally get to go. /
Nothing attracts and fascinates me as much as darkness and mystery... This is magic beyond reality, a world that hides in the shadows and words unsaid. And I'm just fascinated by one of the many shades of these beautiful essenses.
And this is one of the best dark indie bands I've ever heard. I love people who FEEL this way, who capture all the incredible shades of this world, go beyond ordinary boundaries, travel to other worlds hidden in the depths of their consciousness and on the edges of their feelings, and bring something never known before to this world... People who see something that is not given to see other, people who, just like me, despise boredom and routine. Thank you for another revelation.
And this is one of the best dark indie bands I've ever heard. I love people who FEEL this way, who capture all the incredible shades of this world, go beyond ordinary boundaries, travel to other worlds hidden in the depths of their consciousness and on the edges of their feelings, and bring something never known before to this world... People who see something that is not given to see other, people who, just like me, despise boredom and routine. Thank you for another revelation.
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