A single from our project, 'Strange City'.
All vocals performed and recorded by Don Levasseur,
all instruments performed and recorded by Ryan Morren.

We kings of our weathered shrines.
Houses like holes.
We can't keep overflowing.

Rough hands are running down the rope again,
this place just feels so haunted. 
Sometimes we try to make the wheels turn again.
Most days you know,
I just like to watch it burn.

Is there any hope for this place,
for failed designs?
We all got left behind.
Is there any space left this time?
Are we all slaves by design?

Falling through the cracks,
in the concrete.
We're dissolving with the urns.
I tried try to turn the engine again,
but the engine doesn't turn.

Crystals falling from the sky,
turn us all into seas of fire.
I want to waste with the earth.
Bury us beneath the dirt,
bury us all alive. 

Running down the road again,
this place just feels so haunted.
Sometimes we try to make the wheels turn again.

Rough hands are running down the rope again,
this place just feels so haunted.
Sometimes we try to make the wheels turn again.
Most days you know,
I just like to watch it burn.

Slaves

Holy Hell

Hereafter

Slaves

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