
I have a dream, boys. Thieves with lightbulbs up their asses. Empty shoe boxes. Hurt people, still hopeful...
Long, long journeys born from a single track.

Long, long journeys born from a single track.

From one melody to 30 tracks, and a long visual journey.

From one melody to 30 tracks, and a long visual journey.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.

After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.
