Whittler of Fortune Lyrics – Intronaut

A situation that’s easily corrected
But rarely thought of in advance
All the technology ever dreamt of
But here there is no light

Hands up, here’s the guns
Where there is manslaughter
There are also friends gather in the murk
Sparse light has no appeal

The overbearing darkness
Would seem appropriate
But does not our filth hide
Faceless unimaginable keeper

Red notеs upon the doors
An enigmatic whittler of fortunе
Exhausted by our prayers
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Intronaut Lyrics – Whittler of Fortune

Intronaut

Whittler of Fortune