Killing by Numbers
As the wind stretches it yawns across broken lands it brushes over lost
bodies disparate and battered blown, scattered into a state of timeless
disposability.

An electro Darkwave-Ballad,
about a woman who has just been shot, lying in rubble asking questions to a
soldier before she dies 'why are so many men in this world so addicted to
killing'?

Ouch Those Monkeys

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