Unsigned on hype

Black Areoplane skrimish the sky,
packed with black blue and white rainclouds.
The killer in me is the killer in you,
my love.
Rocked to bed by the gentle tapping
of the areodynamic train.
Jesus died for me to you know.
Grow up to be politician or a,
Pornstar it's all the same.
Jesus died for me to you know.
The jungle drums beat over
the scanian wheatfields, and
the code of crows reign supreme.
I don't know you yet but love
you alike.
- On a train to yeah yeah yeahs