Hands Like Houses - release (A Tale of Outer Suburbia) Official Music Video

Merch: iTunes: Pry the darkness from my eyes. Divided, let the light seep in. Trees devoid of branches, and hollow hives, Endless black and empty beds. It’s not the same, something’s changed. I never used to be able to see past the trees. A thousand unfamiliars are lying thick on the air and I can’t breathe. Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in? This doesn’t look like home. Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in? I’ll tear apart the town then sleep, and sleep alone. If I’m a flame, I’m a forest fire speaking savage tongues as I emerge from the hills. I am an avalanche. I am unchained. I’m awoken. I’ll unleash hell. So I roar, pin back my ears, and stone by stone I’ll tear it all apart. I’ve lost faith, the forest’s changed. My stomach’s empty I’m feeling faint. I’ve lost heart, the forest’s scarred. I hear no birds, just tv’s and cars. I’ve lost sight, the forest’s died. The brambles are bare, and I’m hollow inside. Each breath rattles like dice in my chest, Each breath gambled, unwinding til death.