The Esoteric Khurch of the Perpetually Lachrymose
Here, oh you sorry ladies and gents, the Khurch goes fully emo. We dig up songs buried deep in our boring past and swim around in the sludge of the music we hold so very close to us in the present.
We reopen old scabs and we sob into our dirty pillows, alone and scared. Why? Because we are the KHURCH and sorrow is a vicious circle :(
Over there - a mother slips into a coffin. There - a child is trapped in a mans eye ball. We all fall down very gradually and yes our bones crack easily.
They say its Summer Solstice. It may be one of the longest days of the year But the Sun Gods can hang their heads in shame - for inside we weep into melting ice caps. We wear speedos and funky sandals but inside we wear black, because black is how feel in there - in the inside.
WE ARE NOTHING IMPORTANT
Love High Priestess and Dew Silky
Join us on the Mystery Train. But it ends in a heart attack in Vegas in 197723:05 - 00:00