Industrial Romance
Andreas Wroblewski, Jonatan Schuchardt
Industrial romance
Engine noises
Flower meadows made of steel
Hopelessly
We crawl into ourselves
Hope that
We understand
This heat blows up my mind
I try to cool this place down
Trapped in places of concrete
Feels like déjà-vu
Steam rises from chimneys
Shimmering in golden view
Industrial romance
This heat blows up my mind
I try to cool this place down
This heat blows up my mind
I try to cool this place down