Thoughts bounce around
In webs inside of heads
Each ones a seed to be sown
Out of which sprouts vines
That inevitably grow
Remove the soil
At the time of death
Removes the roots every human gets
And the costume you wore in this life
Wilts just like a once blossoming mind
So i bury the thought
Of a traveling soul
With the body from which it came
I buried it
As if it were a seed that grows in a garden
I buried in my head the thought
Of a lifeless costume born again
Into an extensive wardrobe collection
supported by 4 fans who also own “Keanus Becomes The Reeves”
We love the simplicity of these guys' demeanor, with a huge musical world within them! There are only 3 people in the band, but everyone gives 100%. The drummer is sweating after the first minute, the guitarist and the bassist are constantly switching from guitars to synths. The synergy between them is amazing! Wannabes Music Club