Luma Non Luma - We Never Learned To Live

The eyes are outward while looking constantly inside

An itch behind the pale distorted screens of mind

Cutting out the vague shapes from a memory held in time

Passenger of the self

Passenger of the self

Passenger of the self

The eyes are outward while looking constantly inside

An itch behind the pale distorted screens of mind

Cutting out the vague shapes from a memory held in time

Passenger of the self

Passenger of the self

Passenger of the self

When your eyes magnify

And your skull becomes a broken projector screen

Asking on repeat: «Are you sure?»

«Are you sure?»

«Are you?»