Song Lyrics

I’ve read the postcards, scanned the books, with trepidation, glanced a look, I’ll go
The knives they splinter, cutting shivers, sprawl the guidelines, manic filters, go
Your hair moves slightly over branches, scale the trees of New Romantics’ world
The twist and curl of your existence plants the seeds of a meaningless world


False grounds, scarred crown
(Shrivelled lovers, spit on brother, be my mother, be my mother)


Defecation feeds formations, potent powers, formulations grow
Scraping skyline, blue-burst nighttime, feed me sunrise, choke me in the meantime
Oh Great Britannia, pale-grey matter, manic filters, won’t surrender


False grounds, scarred crown
(Shrivelled lovers, spit on brother, be my mother, be my mother)

Adam Maym Hume

The duration of Manic Filters is 3:11 minutes and seconds.