No Image from Image by Whispering Sons

they take me to the end
of myself
they take me to the end

I don’t see what they see
in myself
I don’t see what they see

how much I like to transgress
the sanctity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along

how hard I want to laugh
with the absurdity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along

first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth

first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth

I exhaust myself
trying to see
I exhaust myself

how much I like to transgress
the sanctity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along


first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth

first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth

first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth

first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth

• Alternative
• Dark wave
• Experimental
• Indie
• Post-Punk
• Shoegaze
• Brussels