May 3, 2026

[Verse 1] Waves ink the horizon, a storm begins to cyclone Angelica in cobalt wings, a blue stone goth poem The harbor heart keeps teasing, drums of thunder in the foam of Venus We spell your name in heaven and wait for you to bring us home with ravens Plaid grip war ship goddess court drip [Chorus] Ribbons shimmer through the roar Glitter through the chorus wet dew pour (holy grail) [holy grail] the fog is frail ice is stale : Taurus crew luxurious whale oil lantern light toil : plans are foiled : washed ashore sea stars on the harbor heart : torn apart : look towards the dark : views in the stars : morgue pew : scattered hues : slight truths :glass sparkling bottle flutes: Tropical tempers tremble, yet your color holds the line to temples: tears in temperatures of obsidian pressure rules: Blue stone, cyclone of the sea, you’re wreckage turned into divine memories: divide offerings: teal weeks: mountain peaks Day is bleak : burned in bleach : sea shell peach : pearls heat a forbidden drink: [Verse 2] Cartographer winds sketch runes across a velvet sky : chilly moors don’t die : straight to the afterlife : strange how you never knew my fight Palm shadows flicker like a map that rattles in paper chatters : fortune matters Lightning writes a silver scripture passage where the breakers kiss the sand with matches In Scottish fashion A Spanish rapture [Chorus] [Verse 1] Waves ink the horizon, a storm begins to cyclone Angelica in cobalt wings, a blue stone goth poem The harbor heart keeps teasing, drums of thunder in the foam of Venus We spell your name in heaven and wait for you to bring us home with ravens Plaid grip war ship goddess court drip [Chorus] Ribbons shimmer through the roar Glitter through the chorus wet dew pour (holy grail) [holy grail] the fog is frail ice is stale : Taurus crew luxurious whale oil lantern light toil : plans are brewed : washed ashore sea stars on the harbor heart : torn apart : look towards the dark : views in the stars : morgue pew : scattered hues : slight truths :glass sparkling bottle flutes: Tropical tempers tremble, yet your color holds the line to temples: tears in temperatures of obsidian pressure rules: Blue stone, cyclone of the sea, you’re wreckage turned into divine memories: divide offerings: teal weeks: mountain peaks Day is bleak : burned in bleach : sea shell peach : pearls heat a forbidden drink: [Verse 2] Cartographer winds sketch runes across a velvet sky : chilly moors don’t die : straight to the afterlife : strange how you never knew my fight Palm shadows flicker like a map that rattles in paper chatters : fortune matters Lightning writes a silver scripture passage where the breakers kiss the sand with matches In Scottish fashion A Spanish rapture Cosmic soldier Tin box holder Iron powder