Good thieves of burning cars encircle poisoned rivers, minds and hearts

Tune of the day, because it feels like it would suit rebel angels of this time. Perhaps this would be the soundtrack to one of their particularly mischievous acts, taken place during the darkest of hours with only the moon as a witness. Adrenaline rushing, the rush of doing something forbidden. Taking the night. Not a sound being heard apart from this song. This song and their illy suppressed giggles. The sound of liberated youth.

You start on the edge and you end on your own…