Hot Space from EP2 by Fairyport Convent

Hot space
We bathe in tons
Of molten steel
Hot space
Heavy on creation’s wheel
Hot space
Severe darkness falling down
Hot space
Triggers shooting all around
It’s hot
So hot on Earth of sound

Hot space
You’ll be burning like a matchstick
Hot space
You’ll be burning like a leaf
Hot space
When the ashes settle down
Hot space
No one left to grieve

Hot space
Imploding faster
Than the light
Hot space
Glowing realms
Of ancient night
Hot space
Crashing planets
Grinding stars
Hot space
Guns exploding, leaving scars
So hot
On Earth’s face too
So far

Hot space
We soon must learn
To flee this hell
Hot space
There ain’t a single cell working well
Hot space
Shrouds of copper cover you
Hot space
Madness eating out the truth
It’s hot
In Earth’s grave too

• Experimental
• one man band
• psychedelic rock
• punk
• rock
• space rock
• Poznań