Shooting a star through the vast reaches of space. watch the tail a clip away from the sun. roping asteroids in the dead sea that's space. hold on tight a slip away from nothing. spell the way in stars as to not forget. spin the planets around their orbits. hide yourself in the dust of a galaxy. don't breathe you'll choke and gasp for more of the air not there to comfort you when you need a friend. Any familiar presence just a hope in the sea of stars. Anyone to be there adrift in the sea afar.
Manmade satellites a familiar graveyard. all too familiar but all too strange. cold machine electronic systems. circuits and signals but not a companion. no warmth, no conversation, nothing but a blank sheening stare. skeletons, memories, once humanity had touched but never again. cold to the touch. syndicate. AI.
| 1 | Второе марта |
| 2 | Pinnocchio |
| 3 | Blemish |
| 4 | Never You Worry |
| 5 | Lemmings To The Cliff |
| 6 | Oh, By The Way |
| 7 | Damnesia |
| 8 | Bitter Youth |
| 9 | My Entertainment, Your Entertainment |
| 10 | Quiet Voice |