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My Life As A Moth - Electro Junction (Official Video)

My Life As A Moth - Electro Junction, out now: https://hypeddit.com/mylifeasamoth/el... Music written by My Life As A Moth and Ben Christophers Produced by Rob Ellis Engineered by George Perks at Vada Studios Mixed by TJ Allen Mastered by John Webber Video Credits: Director/Editor/Grading: CLUMP Videographer: Adrian Vitelleschi Cook Gaffer: Ryan Peck AC: John Wetherall Costume: Ivy Upjohn Location: Rockaway Park With thanks to Mark from Rockaway for being so accommodating and wonderful, and Sam Copsey for his amazing Insecta Selecta. Follow My Life As A Moth: Instagram: https://bit.ly/39ZugW8 Facebook: https://bit.ly/3mfIRCx Twitter: https://bit.ly/2YdstL4 Bandcamp: https://bit.ly/3v6wtbW Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3axP3R1 Electro Junction Lyrics: There’s a monster leaking sideways I don’t know which way my mind is I’m driving down the highway To extract my last charade I like my nonsense ‘cus my senses are none The life of the party has died in the fun Take a bump off the bumper And enter the surrender bender What’s the weather, don’t know whether Time will ever make it better I recount my old regrets In rusty cars and cigarettes I’m morose my rose has thorns My macabre dancing lord And when nothing else is calling When everything else is falling There’s an earth, there’s a quake We preach our last mistake In the sewer sewing new worlds That sank in a rat attack Still keep running on an empty tank The feelers vision to turn on the ignition mission What decisions reach fruition Gazing through electric vision I recount my old regrets In rusty cars and cigarettes I’m morose my rose has thorns My macabre dancing lord Tell me sweetheart did you find That we’ve been stung out on the run Busy bee of make believe Electro Junction calamity From up here we got it all revolving Incarnation of the storm that’s pouring Clear away, give it up then up again In the sin and in the wing Both two arms that cross in us hold on Bless this mess we’re in Then I’m dusting off my blank slate Can we turn the tales of our fate The new tabula rasa has risen in the sun I like my nonsense where my senses begun But to grow out of knowing where it could be found A mind out of mindless To sculpt the marble out of madness Thunder from the wonderful Blasting from the kingdom to I recount my old regrets In rusty cars and cigarettes I’m morose my rose has thorns My macabre dancing lord Tell me sweetheart did you find That we’ve been stung out on the run Busy bee of make believe Electro Junction calamity