leave the world for the rest

You know when you're listening to a new album for the first time. How it's unrevealed, still untouched, still completely unknown. The tingles you get when you play the first song and for the rest of them you're in a parallel universe out of reach for anything that has to do with this world, this lifetime.

And so it goes

I'm locking myself inside the


"Afraid of what they might lose
might get scraped or they might get bruised
You can beg on what's the use
that's why it's called the moment of truth"

 I will see you on the other side.