Anberlin - Reclusion

Just a montage exercise.I played with the fiction and edited like a different story so it differs from the from Gegen die wand, music from Anberlin.( It suits with the lyrics imho.) don’t take it too seriously technically:) i was just playing ! There’s someone inside me that softly kills everyone around They don’t know they’re dead to me cause intent never makes a sound All along they found I’ve strangled, lovers who learned from slower hands In these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am You’re sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide You’re sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide There’s an art in seclusion, production in depression If a stranger turns up missing, count this song as my confession Tell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower hands Losing self in myself,