To Call For Hands Of Above

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth

We had a promise made
Four hands and then away

Both under influence
We had divine sense

To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me, no

*My friends and I use to FUCK this song up on the dance floor. Photographer: Chens Z (Sicky Magazine)