This one will hit all streaming services on May 1st as an official single release. Enjoy. We dig through the dark, reaching echoes above. Oblivion prophets; deniers of thought. Oh-oh They call us in masses, while hunger devours. Tainted waters. Tears that belong to the lost. Oh-oh A perfect connection. A human resolution. Flesh bound in motion, craving emotion Politics gather, commanding the crowd. Shadows behind the screens speak out loud Come on. Oh-oh Cities on fire, the wind stirs the flames - burning our art, erasing our names So come on. Oh-oh You’re right on time A slow melody of control. Transmissions deceiving. The enemy unknown Like vampires, they drain us, feeding on pain and they silence the voices then shift all the blame Oh-oh-oh A perfect connection. A human resolution. Flesh bound in motion, craving emotion Cities on fire, the wind stirs the flames - burning our art, erasing our names. So come on. Oh-ooh Mother of Nature, we call to you now. Return to us bringing us clarity now Descending of flowers. Roses in blooming. Carrying power. They veil every wound And forever more A human resolution. Flesh bound in motion, but we still can fight more

You are the disorder. You are the disease. Poisoning the atmosphere, polluting the seas. Contaminating everything, a slave to your greed. You are the infection, and we are the cure. We are the cure. Yes, we are the cure. You are corruption. You are a plague. A cancer, a tumour: a toxin, a phage A pestilence run riot - mindless in its rage You are the infection, and we are the cure. We are the cure. Yes, we are the cure We are the cure. We are the cure. We are the cure. We are the cure. We are the cure. more

New Single. Out Now. 60's Pastiche - a Tarantino wet dream - for The Shadows and all the kitsch gangster movies of that era. Now...Drop The Gun and Let Me See Your Hands. Is this what you wanna die doing?more