Sorcery from 53rd State by Hugo Race & The True Spirit

Sorcery

My senses fumble the keys to the machine
They run and stumble in a sleepwalkers dream
I hear the thunder from that narcotic drop
Can’t surrender but now its got to stop
Oh we're split asunder without a single sound

Their kiss is poison
It runs inside of me
Its my sweet tooth
Tell me we aren’t really going nowhere
Don’t believe in anything
Except for newscasts
Flashes on the screen
Oh we're split asunder without a single sound
Our image burned black against the sky
Twenty three thousand sea miles high

Lost your sense of wonder
Bloods running cold
What did you get back in return for your soul
Up for auction at a price going cheap
Trading the future for security

So I'm getting younger
Years fall off of me
But I'm still spellbound by your sorcery
Oh, we’re split asunder
So mighty and so proud
Our image burns black against the sky
Oh we're split asunder
I said I'd never let you down
Our image burns black against the sky
Twenty three thousand sea miles high

• Alternative
• ambient folk
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