Present us with your dilligent excuses. We will rectify, render you humilified. Hold on to the command. Wipe your face clean. All features must be the same. Pretend we have no walls. No walls, no ins and outs or ins. Invisible hives, bleeding hearts rest upon a nation in misery. Our children are the predictions of the guilt. They never wanted more than this. They were never wanting more than this. Feed within your living in. (Once you believe us the war will begin and once you believe us the war will begin.) The fever begins your living skin. Feed within your living again. The fever begins your living scared. Is there pain? Or is this pain? In this cell.
The aptly-named Floating in Space write songs as big as the night sky, misty layers of synth dotted with rolling, elegiac piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2016