DRONES - (SINGLE) by (Ben) Von Wildenhaus

Zenana
Zenana
It’s just a matter of time before we come undone.
It’s just a matter of time before we fall apart.
Your hands, your feet, your heart, your teeth
Are lying in the middle of the street
And the drones move past your bones.

It’s just a matter of time before we come unwound.
It’s just a matter of time before we fall asleep.
Your dick, your chest, your neck, your head
Are lying in the middle of the bed
And the drones move past your bones.
Confusion is a luxury only the young afford,
And you, you’re not so young anymore.

From your head to your kicks
You’re marked with a 666.
Al-Shaytan Al-Ahkbar
Al-Shaytan Al-Ahkbar
And the drones move past your bones

• Pop
• easy listening for demons
• guitar noir
• litewave psychotica
• transcontinental pop
• Seattle