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1,260 Days is a journey to a foreign land, a detour called a shortcut in a cab. It’s riding on a night train in a warm sweat as you hear the choo chuggen down the tracks. It’s a vision in a restless dream, a nightmare with a bloody scene, a demon putting thoughts into your head.
1,260 Days is about the man in black. It’s about a work shift. It’s about a suicidal note. It’s the unheard music. It’s a forty-day fast. It’s a severed artery. It’s an itchy rash.
1,260 Days is a holy book. It’s a trumpet being blown upon a hill. It’s a paradox. It’s a riddle. It’s a jest. Its hope. Its change. Its woe. Its greed. It’s me. It’s you. It’s them. It’s us.
1,260 Days is about the end of the world.
1,260 Days is about the man in black. It’s about a work shift. It’s about a suicidal note. It’s the unheard music. It’s a forty-day fast. It’s a severed artery. It’s an itchy rash.
1,260 Days is a holy book. It’s a trumpet being blown upon a hill. It’s a paradox. It’s a riddle. It’s a jest. Its hope. Its change. Its woe. Its greed. It’s me. It’s you. It’s them. It’s us.
1,260 Days is about the end of the world.