Emblematic (feat. Othon Mataragas)

I feel the sigh pass your lips

I saw the weight on your eyelids

Yet there you swagger and there you go

The mise en scene of your mercy drone

Too many images at play

Too many phases in a day's work

Your sweet incentive, it's so relentless

My grief's been waiting for this day

No easy answers, only hard choices

I guess we came to the end of the road

Your random gender, my desolate needs

The splintered voices of lost beliefs

Trading commodities with no fixed precepts

No traces left of a long-gone starlet

Pornographers of second hand consumer rights

All salsa lovers and seventies delights