Hot Cross - Solanka Lyrics
Dolls and shells, dolls and shells.Three sheets to the wind, and swollowed by fortunes twisted spells.An empty hand for a lifeless eye glimmer lost and wasted and spent on hallowed stifled ties.I preach to the converting with a tounge less disconcertingand a name pulled forth from ashes scattered when the fruits of our labour hardly mattered.The poor obessions of solanka.Crash meets head in a blur of demons lost and fired fedbetting these last inches of rope on a new machine left for dead.Wasting years praying for solanka an uncharted mind embracing spirits of another kind