Moth to a picture, burning wings
How could it mean anything?
Let them fly, poisoning
How could it cause suffering?
They won't listen, pulling strings
We're not going anywhere
Voice on the line, taunting me
You need to be like society
Fly to the meadow on shredded wings
Heart full of arrows, fall to your knees
Pretty moth to the flame, a dangerous game
Head in the gallows, it ends the same
Inspired by Rio de Janeiro’s iconic Carnival Parades comes this epic synth symphony from Brazilian artist Fordmastiff. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2022