Instrumente
Ensemblen
Oper
Komponisten
Performers

Songtexte: Frente. Shape. Calmly.

Here you come to calmly
Kill the drum behind my eyes

When water turns to solid
Call out to passersby
When bullets turn to splinters
You are something

Have something
Have nothing
Want something

Want
Have my heart
Are my mind
Something

I am a thing
My heart