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I observe the world tonight
And though I don’t take part
I enjoy the beauty of the act

Their eyes drift, their bodies touch,
All urged by a different lust
Tempers stirred, unrest raised,
Dominated by carnality
And though I don’t take part
I enjoy the beauty of the act

I’m running out, smothered by
Savage sounds and piercing cries
And though I don’t feel part of it,
I want to
I want to see
How everything disarrays
In a haze of strange identities

Obsceneties, treacheries,
This beauty is illusory
And though I don’t feel part of it
I want to
I want to see
How everything disarrays
In a haze of strange identities

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from Performance​/​Strange Identities, released November 25, 2016

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Belgian post-punk breathing dark and atmospheric sounds.

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