Saghcal single letters and signs, which in the wrong succes- sion don’t give the song any meaning apart from the purpose to think about the confusing title. Lipstick a track as brittle as lips in winter, if you run the ton- gue along them and try to nibble off the protruding bits of skin and being annoyed at the party for not having a lip balm with you. postmortem the story of a hard disk crash and its psycho-trau- matic overhaul just to find out that after the loss of files the soul of the bits live on (maybe they don’t go towards the light at the end of the tunnel but through a wire) to reincarnate into new sounds and structures. once the bits reach nirvana the plug gets pulled.