Recording vocals for the first "Violent Design" release...
Place trust In these words my dear For the devil's work Is never done. The sun will burn cold And lives will turn to ash Clouds will gather Coarse and pregnant To fill the gaps Between night. There will be more pain More tempering Of rigoured flesh More fortification Of fluid thought. Yet we will keep walking Away from the city Out of the light. Straying from paths Rarely wandered. Beyond convention Beyond the perimeter And Jim was right Out here, there are no stars Simply the shapes Of what we could have been Could have had If only we were cursed With normality.