(fires dot the horizon, smoke obscures the stars)
i am in a new band and we are going to fight the devil for the right to fight god
turn your fucking volume up
(First Friday live session clip – Doug plays keys, Natasha sings, I play guitar)
So here you are, unsure, a scene somewhere between a cliff and a crash. Does it feel like you are falling, or are you just standing still as the world speeds by?
Now enough time has passed; you’re beginning to forget. How did this happen? Did you take a leap of faith, or were you pushed?
What is it about this height that terrifies you? Is it that you are truly afraid of the fall, or is it that you’d rather jump?