Written and produced by Thomas Seidmann (Tom Silkman)
Drums & Percussion played by Silvan Schmid
Mastered by Rob Viso
Photography by Sam Aebi
Release via Fuzztronaut Records

Lyrics:

Life caught my eye when silence rang out of key
Watching the weather got me through my routine
Show me your heaven
I stand above my feet
Falling on feathers fucked up the machine

Amp to eleven
Glad we die in sin
On a bed for the broken
Digging holes in the zone
All the bad manners rule the submarine
‘Cause falling on feathers fucked up the machine

Fed up with heaven
I’d rather stay low key
Falling on feathers got kind of obsolete