You are always telling me,
that this words have deeper sense.
You've pretended to be god,
but it's your way of offence.
Everybody's asking me,
whats the name of the killing star,
perhaps some mr. Wormwood
the bittersweet superstar.
Now new star supervened.
Heathen gaze, empty face.
The acid rain, ball and chain,
butterflies screamed and died .
I was the first who left you
and the priest who saw you.
My faith is constant since day I
overcame distorted truth.
Seventh herald of the court
kills the silence with his speech,
like a woodworm, shoot down now
green haired, black skinned, fairie preach.
Now new star supervened.
Heathen gaze, empty face.
The acid rain, ball and chain,
butterflies screamed and died .
This is the last page from Jimmy's diary..
Nobody can't find black box from the fallen star.
Are there any survivals?
Moneybags are ruined, poor men ted dust to dust.
Why? When both castes are death?
Each of gods kill all his prists.
One of them turned over the cross and created endless garden of canapes with toothpicks.
Well, faith is subtle thing.
All prisoners are finaly free. There will be no pain, cries, or ball and chain anymore.
Why? When corpses have no emotions.
Jimmy's guitar gentely weeps,
but there is no air to resound the broken strings.
Now new star supervened.
Heathen gaze, empty face.
The acid rain, ball and chain,
butterflies screamed and died .
With its gradually-unspooling grooves and danceable beats, the debut effort from Swedish psych band Hollow Ship entices with every listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020