grind down my pumping veins
tilted mirrors are the key
make a hologram of me
cause i can't look at my own face
my winter skin did desiccate and self erase
and i'm screaming under where it used to be
begging to be seen, and unseen
begging to be seen, and unseen
As summer gives way to fall, shadowy, mournful electropop from Hante provides the perfect soundtrack to the coming cold. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2016