Digitalis Video (MV)

Silence shading the panic room rearranged
But it's hard for me to change
While I've been counting down my own blood supply
Why do you want to paint the whole downfall in me?

Count the words in red across the line of your veins
Sombre thoughts crack identities
The canvas in your mind begins to split and break away
But the edge remains in perma-stain for me

Start pulling away the tendons
Take apart the action reversal
Start pulling away the tendons

And it's the air, it's cutting, young swallows, to radiate
And it's the air, it's cutting, horizon

Latching part of your itch on the art
Glass between the dirt left in your fingernails
But how far would you, far could you, take yourself
Beyond the grips of your fears

Understanding leeches under the nightshade