Track 11 on Novella Minor. Sort of the climax to the story, if the album can be taken as a story, before the conclusion in Steppes. One of our more energetic/driving songs. On its own, it's about the moment you realize someone you've long admired…

I've been tinkering with this one for a week or two. It still needs vocals, and to have the midi drums swapped out with live drums, and some tighter bass work, but it's coming along.

We are stolen in both bedlam and peace. Our riddance is good for queen and country. Take these pieces and break them into threes. You slip right out of your self, and I watch the empty vessel fall away. We are left holding both the scissors…

The coveting of mystery is not what it used to be. So silent, we sway as if there was nothing wrong. So I keep away from me as you get the best of me. This violent reaction brings longing and painful new poison. This humbling history is…

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