Kill your doubts.

[icandi]

On November 11th, come alone.



Bring your mouth
And selective irreverence
We'll both see stars, just



ONE!
MORE!
Tongue!
Kiss before the sky falls
Out
From
This cloud we're hovering on
To send us off



A kiss to send us off.



Kill your doubts
with the coldest of weapons
confidence
No more words,



Just the sound of the splendour
tongues colliding.