Armour
Lola Stoodley, Leonardo Coghini
flower night comes, fold as one, Freedom in morning's song, towards the sun, my flower. Seek liberation, suit of armour, gift of power. Thorns in my skin feel like I need to run, could just call out but it's to no-one, withering when the night comes, maybe it's the devil speaking in tongues. Armour, no-one, Armour.
